AT LEAST YOU'RE READING
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wedding
The most important things
can't be recited
under the flicker of palms
on a dance floor.
You will always be interrupted
by a man named Kent, from St. Louis,
who wants to hear a joke.
can't be recited
under the flicker of palms
on a dance floor.
You will always be interrupted
by a man named Kent, from St. Louis,
who wants to hear a joke.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Birds of Prey at UCB!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
This monologue is from a dream I just had
(My Mom, to me, about my sister, after watching an extensive reel of all her childhood acting work. I ask my Mom why she didn't have more money, and this is what she says.)
She never got the money she deserved. We talked to Junior and he said he’d set up for her a whole field of money. Red leather money. Because how cool would it be for a girl to just start picking it. We’d park the car, take a right, and there would be a field and she’d run to it. But Junior got sick and halfway there I found I didn’t have my glasses, so we turned around.
She never got the money she deserved. We talked to Junior and he said he’d set up for her a whole field of money. Red leather money. Because how cool would it be for a girl to just start picking it. We’d park the car, take a right, and there would be a field and she’d run to it. But Junior got sick and halfway there I found I didn’t have my glasses, so we turned around.
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