"Do you want to go?" My question is to the room. One set of ears hears in a dead sleep. Springing up. Feet in perfect ballet turnout. Spinning in circles. Pirouettes of ecstasy. "Why does he do that?" She's asked the question before. Sort of rhetorically....
Clicking on the return key, over and over. Changing the screen. Waiting for it to change. News is posted online now so you wait for the change. Hitting the return key. You did your best but never certain what to expect.Going back, again and again, always...
They sidestepped down the aisle of row C. She began to think of space invaders and the two-tone beat of the music. She smiled as she caught the sound of Christmas music, and a loop of chattering people, a party maybe? Laying down the frame for the play?Th...
Charlotte Salomon and Alfred Wolfsohn. Strolling through the park in Berlin. Her mentor? Her lover? Perhaps both. The theatre may do her justice. Short life. Ending in Auschwitz. With child. Unborn. Playing my role. The one I was asked to play. Was it ant...
"We don't want to begin at the beginning. The brides of Count Dracula don't like the beginning, we have to step out of the darkness to go back there. The darkness is where we belong now, the darkness is the realm of the true voice, the Seal of Perfection...
