Saturday night after four beautiful performances Romeo and Juliet closed.
I cast the play in August and have been working everyday on it with my students. 1,100 more words
We walk into a brightly lit quick pic on the main drag to buy something to make us feel safe. Everything is pulsating and breathing inorganic becomes organic everything moving around like sea amoebas, every bag of chips we pick up has feelers and we can hear everyone swallowing their own spit. 2,057 more words
I can hear the angels singing faintly as if in a distant tunnel from the depths of my brain and then another hit then the familiar sound of crickets thunderous as a summer night and then the roar of nothing. 1,134 more words
For day 16 of 31 Days of Horror, we picked Lucky McKee’s All Cheerleaders Die. This one somehow managed to totally skirt my radar; I hadn’t even heard of it until Q suggested we mine the Netflix instant queue to make up for the fact that the movie we 1,010 more words