The Room
It is possible to imagine this room, because you have been in it before.
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Redactions #9: A Fragile Thing
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
The Sacred Something
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
Oroonoko, Called You, An Essay in Three Acts : Gloss
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
The Sacred Something : Gloss
Rubbing up against each other (which is also a thing), things thing, and thinking things think about things, which is just their thing.
Nearly Finished : Gloss
The mics across his body amplify every breath, rustle, or shift in position. The audience can barely see him, but his body extends to their ears. It's intensely intimate with no space between us – just a shared sound-filled presence.
Then a Cunning Voice and A Night We Spend Gazing at Stars
I welcome you. Go for a walk in the field. In the woods. Meadow. Desert. Street. Bring a roasted chicken dinner. Share it. All night there are sighs amongst us, a caress.
Kraal of Dreams : Gloss 2
At the heart of this work is an exploration of what it means to synergise ‘mainstream’ and ‘community’ theatre in rural South African contexts; it is a theatre that seeks to blur these historical, geographic, and theoretical divides.
Prompts for Future Africa
A host of speculative playlets, skirting genres from fantasy to sci-fi, utopia to dystopia, alternative history to the end of history.
i can’t breathe…
They gasp, grasping for air. Resisting arrest. They collapse.