The Dynamics of Groove

music preferences for those in the know

Quiet, warm music with a clear pulse. Music that had an element of slowness and subtle change in temperature. Music that was all-consuming and that could be felt deep within. This was the music that June liked best. And there were two spaces and times she knew where to find it: -before midday in the…

the guide

When she woke up a deer was staring at her unblinking. “Whoa…” It stared staight into her eyes as though communicating by sight alone. It finally blinked once and then turned and darted into the forest. The girl leapt up. “Wait!” The deer was fast. No mayter how hard she ran. Jumping over fallen logs….

the pool she didn’t remember

There is a little pool of light, clear cool water deep within the forest. After a good long while in the house in the woods waiting for the man to say something, anything — the man told the girl about it. He said she had been there before. She was confused by this. How could…

The Real World- Theater Edition: An Interview With Christopher Chen

Barbara Jwanouskos interviews one of San Francisco’s notable playwrights, Christopher Chen. I was lucky enough to see one of Christopher Chen’s staged readings a couple of years ago and remember thinking, “Whoa, I didn’t know you could do that in plays?!” Christopher has this great style, which he describes as having “a maximalist approach.” He’s…

easy

haha… i was trying to get my story-poem in before midnight, so this is pretty out there, but whatever. at least i gave it a shot! missed my self-imposed deadline by a minute, but then, i supposed i wrote earlier in the day (though not on the blog) so that probably counts too… 🙂 ok…

we watched the sun over the water

I guess I’m on a kick where I’m writing stories that take place in previous stories I wrote… Or at least in the worlds they were from… How meta. 🙂 This is one from a tv pilot I’d started writing a while back that I haven’t gotten very far into, but who knows maybe this…

entwined

This is inspired by a play i started a while back. The two were dressed all in black. Skin tight. Shadows around their eyes and half their faces in the darkness of the warehouse. bright lights that changed colors, patterns. Flashes and spotlights. The two, motionless like a tableau, like statues. Expressionless, stoic faces. Not…

the girl in the forest

This was the 102nd day she traveled back to the house in the woods to wait for whoever or whatever kept the light in the window going. She sometimes let her imagination wander and like a group of little sprites it would send her down a path wondering how it happened. Was it a spirit or…

to be fast

behind the wheel of the car she drives so fast that lights become a blur and just other flashes within the night hug the curve and it’s easy to go from place to place smoothly into darkness heading forward not back never back always forward always driving fast doesn’t matter how fast as long as…

the winds that move

overcast day and the wind moves through grass like a soft flute that sounds the blend of shadows parade across the sky waves that move matching clouds they mirror each other grey and silver mixed with vibrant blue pierces and yet soothes the eyes watching the dance the interplay from far away