World Of Their Own

Act, I, Scene 1 A soft pool of light comes up on a young woman, 20, pretty but not beautiful. She wears a light, sleeveless sundress. She regards the audience for a moment. Leanne If you asked any one of them, even those you’d think were too young to pay attention, they’d tell you the Read More

White Man Dancing

W H I T E M A N D A N C I N G ACT I, SCENE 1 (A BROWNSTONE APARTMENT ON NEW YORK’S UPPER WEST SIDE THAT’S SEEN BETTER DAYS. KITCHEN. LIVING ROOM. A BEDROOM OFF RIGHT. A SMALL VESTIBULE TO THE APARTMENT DOOR. THE BATHROOM IS OFF THE VESTIBULE. AN OFFICE AREA Read More

Third Flight To Houston

THIRD FLIGHT TO HOUSTON Black. The dull throb of a jet engine. They fade to silence. Lights up. Lena, mid 20’s, conventionally dressed, has an Indian accent. LENA Fate happens like this. I miss my first flight to Houston, the flight I booked early and was late for. I am bumped from my second flight Read More

Strange Snow Redux

STRANGE SNOW REDUX ACT I, Scene 1 Dawn. The sense of a house. A porch, a kitchen, a living room. Stairs leading to a second floor. Megs, 20’s, enters onto the porch. He wears baggy jeans, a fishing vest and a worn Chicago Cubs baseball cap. He looks in the window for signs of life. Read More

Glass Eye

LOS ANGELES TIMES, OCTOBER 21, 2011 – FINDING FOREGIVENESS ON DEATH ROW Two men. One a convict, 30’s. One a man from Bangledesh, 20’s. They do not look at one another. STROMAN (a Texas accent)) Hello? Raze? (Rahze) Y’ there? RAIS Hello, Mark. And it is pronounced Rays. STROMAN Rais. Got it. Well, anyway, hey. Read More

White Linen

THE PLAYING SPACE IS WIDE OPEN, DUSTY AND DIM, FRAMED BY ROUGH HEWN BEAMS. THERE IS AN UPPER LEVEL; WHAT MIGHT BE AN OLD EMPTY HAY LOFT OR STORAGE AREA. IT IS NIGHT. MOONLIGHT THROWS THE SHADOW OF CELL BARS ACROSS THE PLAYING AREA MEN ARE SITTING ON BUNKS AND WOODEN CRATES STAGE LEVEL – Read More

The Incredibly Famous Willy Rivers

ACT I (The faint sound of whistling, of cheering, of stamping feet – applause that suggests anticipation and expectation. The sound is distant, muted; as if coming through yards and yards of concrete; as if creeping through from some distant place. The sound turns into a more intense – what? Static? Applause? Feedback? All three? Read More

The Occupation

RANCHO SANTA FE REVIEW, OCTOBER 27, 2011 – OCCUPY TAKES MESSAGE TO RANCHO SANTE FE Four people stand next together. A woman, late twenties, a male college student, a well dressed matron and a wizened old man. ALL OF THEM Occupy Rancho Sante Fe! Occupy Rancho Sante Fe! Occupy Rancho Sante Fe! PAUSE. COLLEGE STUDENT Read More

The Night Visitor

A cold, grey kitchen. A stove. A fridge. A stove with the oven door open to provide heat. A table. A single Christmas candle on it. WAYNE is white and late 50’s to mid 60’s. HORACE is a black man, 40’S. Wayne wears a moldy, stained bathrobe and old slippers. He is disheveled. Horace wears Read More

The Gift Teller

There is no set. There is an electric sign over the stage. A pool of light comes up ON JULIE, 20’S. Julie is a lovely, young woman with especially beautiful, long hair. JULIE The magi, as you know, were wonderfully wise men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art Read More