One Act

IAN sits at the cluttered table. IAN crouches by the window. Silence....

Flowers are everywhere, which of course is the obvious nature of the place...

Dusty ground almost clouded. A crown of thorns within it. THE SECOND casually...

PERSONING and PERSONAL stand and/or slouch, perhaps sit, in the frame of a door....

A crowded enclave. People shouting for joy, hurling abuses. Two Sultry Fellows...

The space of theatre is intimate, accessible almost by touch; yet, what is...

The simile is a frayed rope that is stitched stronger in a comparison tenuously...

Theatre is borne along the vanishing moment. Its imagery is captured briefly and...

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