Every disgusting stain on those six tatami I can trace back to his giant fat ex-Sumo ass drinking himself unconscious. Blood stains, sweat stains, even sex stains, wanted and unwanted. Every cigarette burn too. I have to take the burning butts out of his fingers when he passes out so he doesn’t set our little shit apartment on fire. I’ve seen him sleep through earthquakes when he’s drunk.
I personally created 'Chiara The Musical' script, score, performance, recording and film, over a four and a half year period. The telling of the story of the fictional character, 'Chiara', was both deeply moving and inspiring for myself and hopefully also for an audience. Tickets to the theater show at Joe's Pub, The Public Theater, NY, were substituted for the audience, so that they could instead make a donation to UN Women, if they desired.
Last week I shared the first half of my interview with Kristen Morgen on my website. Not only is she a wonderful writer, but she is also a great individual! This week I am sharing the second portion of our discussion.
Karen has been through many challenges in her life. Now to top it all off she pregnant with her first baby. Karen has already encountered many complications with her pregnancy. But she has managed to carry her baby full term.
Inspired by Bon Iver's song Blood Bank.
Her alarm clock goes off again for the third time as she tosses and turns in bed wide eyed. "Another day Angelina, another day for sure" she says, as she rolls out of bed. Releasing a halitosis-filled sigh and yawn. Angelina stares into the darkness of her dorm room, as 8 AM sunlight streaks through the lines of closed blinds resembling white thread on the floor. Angelina puts on her glasses signifying she is going to start her day. Stubbing her toe while making her way to the bathroom, she curses her vile words into the silence. "I need to sleep with lights on now?" she questions, as she examines her toe.
Once upon a time, there lived a straight little Prince in a very cold Kingdom. In the only world he’s ever known, the little Prince lived in the Kingdom of Winter; the coldest, yet most beautiful realm out of all of the surrounding seasonal Empires.
These are two one-shots inspired by two different songs, Nu devant moi and Feuilles d'argent, feuilles d'or. One subject links them both: friends with benefits.
There are times I think I could be a photographer.
The dolly writes introducing