Standing in line,
I’m the youngest by half.
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry
Tagged #napowrimo2016, actor, bridge, change, choice, father, heartache, hope, loss, Love, napowrimo, pharmacology, pharmacy, poetry, regret, steps
She says it’s magic,
Calls it wond’rous,
this tragic madness crashing thund’rous,
loud as a blunderbuss between these ears,
where windmills tilt
to subdue these fears.
Posted in Fiction, NaPoWriMo, Opinion, Personal, Poetry, Slam
Tagged Academy., Deep Space Nine, fantasy, hope, napowrimo, nerd, Picard, poetry, real-world, San Francisco, slam, Star Fleet, star trek, Voyager
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Traditional
Tagged April, aspirations, hope, Monday, napowrimo, poetry, rape, theatre
Story peddler, word merchant,
everywhere I turn there’s a tale to be told, all urgent:
There’s an old man urchin with the same duct tape shoes
that rode the bus with me earlier today –
I guess we all must pay our dues.
Every clue, every missile,
every residual epistle,
every mountain we yet conquer,
every stone we over-turn
earns us scars and earns us badges,
every dart and all our baggage,
it is not too much to manage if we only listen true:
There is hope yet in the world still
and love when others have not e’en a morsel,
how to be so self-ensorceled and only see what’s brute,
if you’d see yourself astutely, and not think yourself minutely,
which is your sacred duty, and the only thing that’s true:
“Love your neighbor as you love yourself,”
gives you the dharma to love yourself!
And whatever’s on your shelf there is always this to think –
“I love myself.”
T’is neither selfish nor narcissitic,
because if you cannot stand yourself
why should others think your company distinguished?
And for all the damage that I’ve done, beating up this heart of mine,
With just a brief self-assurance I find I’m fine,
Sublime, in the love that is Self-Given,
a spark set within Myself pinpointed through a prism.
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Traditional
Tagged Bible, dues, hope, Love, napowrimo, self-love, stories, truth
So – I have been keeping up with the Challenge but have been super-busy and under-the-weather. Took a health day today and stayed in bed (and on my computer) working. That “time-off” was well spent in that I now have Days 28, 29, and 30 edited and formatted, just waiting for your perusal! Like in all the other posts, read the play by clicking the title. Hope you enjoy!
Posted in #31plays31days, #31Plays31Days, Fiction, Love, Non-fiction, Opinion, Personal, Plays, Prose, Theology, World Events
Tagged #31plays31days, actors, auditions, Bible, blood, comedy, cum, damnation, death, Erica Griffin, eyes, fatherhood, fiction, fights, happiness, hate, healing, heart, heartache, hell, history, hope, humor, Jean-Paul Sartre, Judaism, Las Vegas, life, light, Love, memory, motherhood, mythology, No Exit, passion, personal, plays, religion, Satan, science, sex, skin, skin cells, sperm, Tarot, technology, theater, University of Pittsburgh, wisdom, writing
Yet another idea I’d had at the top of the Challenge, Conception was always going to be between two sperm and an ovum. A recent news report on NPR about vice-presidential candidate Paul Ryan’s backing of a bill that would classify zygotes as persons led the play to take on a whole new dimension. Clearly, I kind of think that deeming a single-cell as a fully-righted human being is bullshit. Also pre-conception conception in Arizona would be extremely humorous if it weren’t so utterly senseless.
At any rate, this one here’s a comedy, and certainly has its moments. Took a longer turn than I expected, as did the ending rounding up. A little research at the tail of it yielded the possibility, although the unlikelihood of it (I think writers thrive in low probability fields). Regardless, I think it all tied up together nicely at the end. Also, completed at 3 in the morning at a Blackjack table in downtown Las Vegas, so there’s that to boot.
Posted in #31plays31days, #31Plays31Days, Fiction, Opinion, Plays, Prose
Tagged #31plays31days, abortion, Arizona, chemistry, comedy, conception, cum, death, downtown Las Vegas, El Cortez, fiction, hope, humor, Las Vegas, Love, ovum, passion, Paul Ryan, person-hood, plays, probability, scripts, sex, sperm, theater, words, writing, zygotes