Crankie
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
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Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
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S o n d e r / S t a s i s
We were making a circus show. On a bus. About a bus. Transforming a bus.
One-scene-one-person-one-song-musical
I’m a playwright by trade, and like Wainwrights and Shipwrights, in this modern world Playwrights are pretty useless. It is a dying art. Seriously disrupted.
This is Me
I’m a single lesbian looking for a lover. I’m 44. My favourite food is chops. I make art to make […]