Plays
Medusa
Medusa is a gorgon. She’s got snakes for hair. Her gaze turns men to stone. She’s a head and she’s here to tell her tale.
Photo by Walter Wlodarczyk
Shangri-LA
An Evening of Ecstatic Rituals, Music, Plant Based Recipe Demonstrations and Messages from a Utopian Future, with a heavy and heady dose of Blood and Grotesqueries. A bit of Zardoz, a dash of Logan's Run, and a big helping of filtered and poetic memories of working in a spiritual, organic, vegan restaurant. We're all just screaming into the waterfall.
The Duchess of Malibu
BJS is a duchess of Malibu, but she lives under the oppression of a conservatorship run by her father and a shadowy cabal of lawyers and managers. Her life is not really her own. A witchy dream of a Revenge Tragedy with Pop Music Video Dance Breaks.
The Way Out
Beachwood Canyon, Los Angeles, California. Mary and James clean the house and tend to the Tesla. The Musician plays her harp. The Comedian plays darts. Her Holiness expounds on Matters Spiritual, and Herr Doktor works on Science. There's probably a Gorgeous Sunset and a Tremor or two. Just an average day in a City-State-Run-By-Celebrities-And-A-Gratitude-Cult. The Way Out is a Post-Climate-Catastrophe-Hollywood-Dystopian-Pastoral-Comedy replete with High Edwardian fashion, dream ballets set to harp arrangements of Doobie Brothers songs, and a steampunk rocket-ship.
The Harriad
“The American Experiment Is Over!” So declare the Gods. Athena is missing and Columbia (the Personification of the United States, not the river) is on a mission to find her. Harry gets a visit from his dead Mum who tasks him with overthrowing the United States to win back the Colonies for Queen and Country. Do their paths cross? Boy do they ever. The Harriad is a pseudo-Homeric war epic/pseudo-Shakespearean History play disguised as an American-as-Apple-Pie Picaresque Road Play disguised as an exploration of the thesis that the United States should break up into a collection of smaller autonomous Republics.
of course…
Tom and Sheryl are getting a divorce.
A walk on the beach.
Dead seals, a sasquatch, Norse gods trapped in lighters.
The ocean goes in. The ocean goes out.
It's the Coast.
Dirty Water
Just another day in your typical rural bed and breakfast run by hippies. Ghosts, buried treasure, UFOs, a little bit of LSD and a seance lead to an explosion of violence.
“It’s less absurd, more coherent, and more sympathetic than it sounds, thanks to committed, realistic character development and a disciplined and gradual revelation of plot. (The implied mood is also intriguing, equal parts Twin Peaks and Glass Menagerie.)” -A.L. Adams, Oregon Artswatch