i heard it said once that we are a mixture of dark and light that what matters is the choice we make in any given moment and it’s a careful balance day by day to walk this line where at any given time we could falter but i like to think that even from mistakes…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
everywhere i look is a painting
orange clouds across the sky like someone opened up a crayon box and decided to pick some new colors and scattered bright lights hovering above the ground fairies making processions across the land each star calls out a name until all you hear is a cacaphony of names like raindrops collecting dew in the sunlight…
the sea of flowers that covered the land
One day as she was walking, bright vibrant spots of color captured her attention. Looking around it was as though she was in a sea filled with bits of a broken rainbow. She realized they were hundreds of flower petals of all shapes and sizes. Each with their delicate silky edges drifting past her feet…
night journey
rolling hills the kind that sing to you as you drive by a blanket of night that covers soft grass warm winds driftibg by whipping by and on the road you can see the moon high up on the sky you remember that it’s the same moon that was up above the waves that settled…
i remember tonight
ah yes i remember tonight i remember it well tonight was the night that a group of stars got together they sparkled and shined in the night sky they twirled and danced they glimmered and smiled and this beautiful night it was a beginning that was larger than any would ever know and it was…
The Real World – Theater Edition: A Couple Words
Barbara Jwanouskos, speaking up. So, it’s been a while since I’ve written more of an editorial for San Francisco Theater Pub instead of conducting an interview with a local theater maker, but I thought I’d write down a couple words this week because I’ve been thinking. I’ve been thinking about how our artistic systems are…
dream guide
i’m thinking this is a monologue. you can read it as such. or poetry if you prefer. i’m thinking it’s a part of a larger whole. at some point i’ll put in a guide to how i use punctuation in plays. though maybe it’s fairly intuitive. the key thing is to hear it. this is…
to move mountains
maybe the immediate pain could trigger a release that would be so much greater than the miniscule point experienced and you would see the kind of shift that would move mountains and then you would truly know you are capable of so much
little change of pace
little change of pace. i was talking with a friend today and wanting to write more plays/scenes. so here you go… 🙂 It’s a room that is dim and amber. It’s warm and hidden away though in the center of things. It’s a room that has cozy chairs and there’s one window with it’s blinds…
new thoughts
an ache that releases a pit deep seated and stuck a mark way down hidden in between and under in the center an ache that releases a light in a dark space a dimness that becomes bright over time like something flipped on a switch an ache that releases and with it tremendous movement comes…
The Dynamics of Groove 