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A Play in Three Acts

Act the First: our hero is abed long past any decent hour for proper folk to sleep when work was to be done. “Will’am Tinker!” came a cry from outside the daub-and-wattle house standing on the dusty road snaking through … Continue reading

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Wonders to Perform

If it weren’t for marijuana you wouldn’t be here. I know I’ve told you your mother and I met when a mutual friend cast her in a one-act he directed for his senior project. It was fall 1978. We were … Continue reading

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The Fifth Act Of Mankind

“The past is always/ closing door, closing door” —Mick Jones      Dreams are meant for sleeping.      When I was a teenager I had all sorts of dreams. They were not really plans. Plans imply plan-ning and some sort of … Continue reading

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Love the Fringe

Last night I had my first experience of the Kansas City Fringe Festival. Because I am slightly insane I chose to plunge fully into the event and experience my first Fringe as a volunteer working one of the venues.      … Continue reading

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Gollywhop! Story Start!

Those of you who are old enough to remember (read ancient1) will remember the United States’ Bicentennial celebration in 1976. It was a pretty big deal. We had come a long way since the exceptionalism which Alexis de Tocqueville cited … Continue reading

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The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

Or: How I Spent My Summer Vacation      I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings.      I was not in my own bed. The walls were sterile, bare, white. My bedroom walls were a vibrant Pagoda red. I was not … Continue reading

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Misty Watercolor

Memory is a mysterious phenomenon. For some time I have been fascinated by the workings of memory: how we edit and manipulate our own memories, how different witnesses to the same event remember that event differently, how photos or other … Continue reading

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