a little magic in the air makes everyone smile a little wonder that turns the edges of the world a brilliant and stunning purple stars drift across the sky fall time constallations running through the stream of starlight eyes open to meet the world ah what a beautiful day! he says hands clasp upwards as if…
Category: Stories
I used to sleep
HYPNOS: I used to sleep. I used to sleep and dream. Dream about sheep. Just kidding — I never dream about sheep. Sheep are boring and expected. Still they are cuddly and innocuous little beings. Eating their grass. Baa-ing. Wandering around. Eating more grass. Laying down… what do you think a sheep thinks like? Do…
what is it like?
More inspiration writing for the play that is a part of the San Francisco Olympians Festival on the god of nonviolent death, Thanatos. Incidentally, I’ll be interviewed about the play along with Veronica Tjioe by fellow writer, Jovelyn Richards, who is the host of a radio program on KPFA, Jovelyn’s Boutique. This will be on Wednesday…
how the dreams work
i believe this is another monologue… maybe it will find its way into a current project or at least be inspiration there of. The dreams never happen when you want them to. And it’s too bad cuz they’re so good. Smooth dreams. Dreams with epic soundtracks and a sense of flow. A sense of trajectory….
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…
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…
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…
all at once
She lied back onto a great grey speckled boulder arching her back against it closing her eyes to the sun. Its surface was warm, smooth and comforting, grounding her back into the present. Being against this great rock, it was as if she could hear inside the rock to its soul. Like a vibrating whisper,…
the five questions
To get back to the stream from the mountains and through the forest. Back nearby the old small house where incense sometimes drifted from the windows. Back to the place where she would float on top of the water. Where she would skip stones across the flat surfaces of side pools of water that collected…
The Dynamics of Groove 