Today’s post comes from a recent trip to court, by way of a speeding ticket I received. The outcome of that ticket is unimportant, what is important is that I was in writer mode during that trip, well into the 31 Days Challenge, and public places like that are great places to pick up stories. Every single story told in this play is true: one of them is even mine. Give it a read and leave your guess as to which one it is in the comments section!
Posted in #31plays31days, #31Plays31Days, Non-fiction, Opinion, Plays, Prose
Tagged #31plays31days, arrest, Court, Las Vegas, memory, plays, theater, torture, Traffic Court, true-life
Among other things, I am a slam poet – a breed of slam poet that is also an actor, which lends a lot of theatricality to my work. It had occurred to me in the past that there is a great opportunity to be strove to through combining theater and performance poetry: this is my first attempt at combining the two.
Posted in #31plays31days, #31Plays31Days, Fiction, Plays, Poetry, Slam
Tagged #31plays31days, Love, passion, plays, poems, poetry, relationships, theater, torture, wisdom, words
This might come off as sad, but last night I had a dream that included the OKCupid app notification that a match was near me. Chalk it up to the infiltration of technology on the brain, I suppose. This morning, under the impression that I’d be in a position on my feet all day at work, I set out to write a super-short entry for the 31 Plays in 31 Days Challenge: Day 9, about digital dating in Hell.
The result? OKSatan, where douchey Eddie finds himself before Satan himself and is too jaded by the world he came from to even tremble properly.
Posted in #31plays31days, Fiction, Plays, Prose, Theology
Tagged cellphones, dating, douchebag, hell, okcupid, Satan, sex, technology, torture
They made being tortured a job-description but didn’t list it in the posting,
Who would answer such an ad – “Must be able to stand the sound of footsteps and gunshots for hours on end”.
It’s safe enough, this world’s a simulation, no stray bullets or knives in the back,
But how should a mind react, made paranoid and over-shouldered jumpy, desperately seeking brief reprieves and how many customers have there snuck up on me?
There are two rooms you’re ushered into where the boss decides your fate, and there, also fake but more serenely in the waiting harbors…the sounds of a harbor: tugboats, seagulls, bells on a buoy, cars passing in a distance, some light construction, beeping of a forklift. It sounds like the Brooklyn Shipyard in fall and even has that bite to the air, the only thing it’s missing is the sea-salt smell, but that’s hard to simulate in Las Vegas.
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Opinion, Poetry, Slam
Tagged Bastille, Brooklyn shipyard, food, footsteps, Las Vegas, Messiah, torture, work
“The answer is not without; it’s within. Stop seeking the matter elsewhere. Look into yourself and you shall know the truth that rests within you.”
Lyle could not. Instead he looked around the walls of the room. At the objects on the desk. The eyes of his inquisitor.
“Most people close their eyes when they seek to see inside themselves. Why don’t you close your eyes now?”