Early and dark, Arena lies In shadows — Long and empty halls Where later, streams of bubbling crowds Pour into seats in rivulets; But dark, Arena lies. The girl who dreams, the boy who sleeps, They rise and tumble, lift and fall; And later, stand enormous, proud — But now lie calmly at their rest; … Continue reading "Into the Arena"
RONDO The story’s new, the day has just begun And eyes shine brightly in the morning sun Which runs its smooth quotidian arc To hand the same old story to the dark. THE GREAT INVISIBLE I am the great invisible – Not a part of any story, Biding in no category, Somewhere, lost in inventory, … Continue reading "Two Poems – “Rondo” and “The Great Invisible”"
Life is a night Dreams fade in and out of focus – drifting – Flights of freedom; visions of passion; The heart moves; the heart breaks; While time goes by unnoticed. Knowing the alarm will ring – we may even know when – It surprises us when it comes, nonetheless. The morning comes, inevitable.
This isn’t a theatrical review in the traditional sense. If it was, I would talk about the Red Door Theatre in Union Springs, Alabama; what all was involved in staging “The Christmas Letters”; and the many fine performances that comprised that staging, both dramatic and musical. But I’m not going to do that. I would … Continue reading "The Christmas Letters"