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Stop. Look. Listen. Pt. 2.

The director of my program fucked with my head the other day during a tutoring session. I told him that I was interested in writing a play about gun violence in America, and we had this paraphrased conversation: 523 more words

Learning About The City

I didn’t write a single word on Wednesday because I was having too much fun and learning so much. The day started with a waffle hunt. 751 more words





DYLAN: I understand going out to “cool down”, but…

EM: I can’t feel my fingers.

DYLAN: Do you want gloves?

EM: No. 147 more words

Shanthi And Bob (a romantic play I wrote)


Shanthi: A light-skinned Indian lady in her early thirties; pretty, with long hair and a massive cleavage. Vivacious, loves curry and spices, and is eagerly looking for a British husband. 2,185 more words


Thoughts from The Red Light District

It was all rather underwhelming and equally upsetting. It was a little tricky to find, I over shot it while walking but when I found it, it was obvious and surreal. 558 more words


Silent Scenes

Once again, I’ve fallen off the map. But this time it was because my computer died so at least I have an excuse.  But now I’m back with a new computer so let’s do this. 848 more words


Life and Death: all the Balancing Acts.

I should blog more. But I don’t. I seem to just impart on this blog these massive revelations of my self-journey every few months. They’re for me and I guess they are for anyone who cares enough to read anything I write or can identify with the need to analyze, move forward, articulate and explain. 998 more words