On Sunday, I discovered that my plays are wiser than I am. REREADING AND RELEARNING On Saturday, over drinks (natch), Wayne floated the idea of producing either Paris is Dead or Sunlight. Accordingly, I reread them the next day. As I reread them, I was surprised to realize that I had much to learn from […]
November 21, 2011
Desmond, the main character of my ebook A Derivation of Love, is not me, but I created him by writing — and thus reconceiving — specific moments in my life. I’m sure there is a family resemblance to the person I was but, ultimately, I hope he bears a family resemblance to some of his […]
May 15, 2009
The good ol’ PPBP put in a request for a fashion-focussed post and thoughtfully suggested the question: “What is your uniform?” I can’t say no to my biggest fan and she was even crafty enough to launch the request via Twitter, knowing that I am a social media junkie and would be compelled to encourage […]
March 9, 2009
The Vagina Monologues was first performed in 1996 and, since then, has become a world-wide phenomenon and the centerpiece of a very impressive charitable organization / event called V-Day. Written by Eve Ensler, and based on a series of interviews with a variety of women, the concept is simple and effective. A number of women perform a […]
January 17, 2009
I’ve realized, I don’t blog. I mean, in the technical sense. Here are a few definitions: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/blog http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/blog In contrast, for the most part, I’ve posted old material: plays, poetry, songs, philosophy. Stuff worth sharing but hardly what one typically associates with a blog. The new material I have posted tends to be short essays — […]
December 5, 2008
Sunday, September 9th, 2001 Desmond blinked and turned towards Carmen. She smiled at him from across the table, across the newspapers, and across the pint glasses of coffee and the ashtrays. Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth and her red hair framed her cherub face and bright blue eyes. Desmond’s notebook was […]
December 5, 2008
Tuesday, August 15th, 2000 The Calgary cityscape is itself a mountain, jutting out of the Alberta flatlands into an almost always blue sky. From here, there is no urban sprawl. Only the sharp and sudden uprising of oil-fed sky scrapers. Behind this, in the distance, the sun reflects a squat row of irregular triangles that […]
December 5, 2008
Thursday, February 15, 1996 Dana pushed at his head. “Stop. It’s too much. It’s too much. Stop.” Desmond stopped immediately. He took his face from between her legs and pulled down the blanket. He slid under it and tunnelled up into her embrace. “Oh my God. That felt really, really good.” She was flush, her […]
December 5, 2008
Sunday, January 17th, 1988 The tap was hot under the ball of Desmond’s left foot. The condensation dripping off of it was cool. Peering over his book at the tap, Desmond carefully forced one of its knobs between his big toe and the toe next to it. He pushed the tap but it did not move. […]
December 3, 2008
Paris is Dead is by far my best play. In fact, if I ever see it produced properly, it might very well be a “so long and thanks for the fish because my work is done here” moment. There are lots of plays I want to write but this play is the only one I […]
July 11, 2012
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