I remembered what your face looked like today.
That pan-sexual impish grin with eyes
that light up the color of mischievous glee
and your forever search for unadulterated fun
all swirling into your alabaster implied-smooth skin
that releases a torrent of memories and emotions
in me that hurts raw, like I’m stretching
We met so long ago
and I was in so much pain
that turned into resentment toward you
and I still can’t tell whether it was misguided or not.
But the rush subsides and all I can think
is that wherever you are,
I hope you’re doing well.
I guess that’s progress,
and I hope that’s growing up.
So I’m taking my failed one-act and turning into what will hopefully become the first act in a five-act play. This now five-act play on whole will serve as a love letter to the principle of spirituality, string theory, and my personal favorite atheist. High concept smigh smoncept.
The Community/The Hunted mash-up/parody that nobody asked for, but everybody wants! Made in the spring of 2013 by Lansing Community College’s Stage Combat II…
Something I wrote and directed last spring. Enjoy!
Just wrote a fourteen page short film featuring sixteen characters who all have roughly the same amount of dialogue and screen time! *collapses*
In those moments that you think you’re going crazy, you’re actually
just spiraling into who you really are. Much like the lucid glimpses
of clarity a butterfly gets as it stares through the ever widening
cracks in its cocoon: It outgrows that old confining
reality to fly off into a newer, greater one.
What I’ve learned so far about writing:
If you can’t find the heart of the piece then find the wit. If you can’t find either then consider technical writing.
I’ve probably over-Godzilla’d myself. Last night I dreamt that I was watching a documentary on how Steven Spielberg’s Jaws was actually a remake of a 1950’s black and white Japanese monster movie. Though I’ll admit that the Japanese director that my brain created came up with some pretty thrilling and economic shots for selling the shark attacks. Crazy that my mind can create all that, but totally forgot that Jaws was first conceived as an early-to-mid 70’s Peter Benchley novel. xD
Alright! I’m on a roll!
*writes one page*
Aaaaand that’s all I’ve got…
When the Gremlin becomes a teenager, it’ll be like: “Don’t let him listen to She Wants Revenge or Eskimo Joe after midnight!”