Live theatre exists because we do

Live theatre exists because we do

  We write what we know because it has already written on us, in us, through us In the silences, the misremembered moments, the truths we carry long before we find the words Some stories choose us and with them comes a promise we may not yet know how to keep Live...
Surviving The Remembering

Surviving The Remembering

I want justice, says the clenched fist Name the wrongs, balance the Ledger I want witnesses, says the sharp memory Keep the wound open, before it closes to History I want peace, says the surrendering hand Ignore the girth of the wronged, the Living are tired I want...
When did I stop?

When did I stop?

When did I stop reading you bedtime stories? When did the lullabies loosen their hold, and your dreams discover their own rhythm? When did I stop laying out your clothes for school, smoothing tomorrow with my hands? When did I stop being the mother of a small boy who...
An Honest Urge ~ Chaos over Comfort

An Honest Urge ~ Chaos over Comfort

Fears are denying me a state of complacency. Uncertainties are doing the sidestep shuffle, curtly pushing safety out of line. Self-doubt still hasn’t evaporated, despite me putting it on the simmer setting on the back burner years ago. These confrontational roommates...
Remember to Breathe

Remember to Breathe

  Fall arrives like a secret murmured through the forest:  slow, certain, and flickering. The mossy floor blushes underfoot, its dampness swallowing the scent of Endings and Beginnings. Red appears everywhere now: in the last brave leaves clinging to their...