Part 1, 1 AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A TOOTH FOR THE MOUTH Distant and distraught, the voices in his head echoed like a chamber ensemble. He reached up and clasped his head between his hands, trying to focus. But he couldn’t. Thoughts drifted in and out of his head randomly like plankton in the ocean. He realized he was lying face down on the ground. What happened? He thought, this has to be a dream. He lifted his head up; a thin strand of drool stretched from the edge of his mouth to the small pudd...

Characters: THOMAS-wearing a gray overcoat and what ever else the director chooses CHARLES-warm clothing DAD-dress clothing HEIDI -warm clothing SAM-warm clothing SHADOWS A, B, C, D, E (completely black clothing, black masks, shadows E wears a gray overcoat like THOMAS. A, B, and E are definitely male. C and D are definitely female. Try to male their costuming and movements exact to the character they are shadowing.) Opens with THOMAS pacing around his office. Two of the shadows are in the cu...

CAST: Michael Stephanie Joseph Woman Behind Counter (WBC) Enseamble of about four or five SR is set up like a living room area with a front door far SR, there is a television set off center toward SL. C is a bedroom where there is a bed. Lights are on in the living area as well as the TV, all lights are off SL. Michael: (Coming on SR) Hey honey I’m home. (He speaks very dully) I’m thinking we should have casserole tonight, what do you think? (Walks to the TV (off C) it is turned on) You left ...

Maybe it was just my imagination that the body lying in front of me moved, or maybe it was the light in this cold place, or maybe it was my nerves getting to me, but it sure did look as if it moved. I reached my hand up and scratched my head, dried blood between my fingers flaking off into my hair. I was thinking. We were thinking. Thinking about the best time to act, thinking about the consequences that could result in what I'm doing and am going to do. And he was thinking it too. He was thi...

I looked ahead into the street watching the people scurrying around like ants, trying to not be late to their menial jobs. This makes me angry. Self-centered, disrespecting, unforgiving, “I-only-have-time-for-myself” people. They find time to watch Oprah though. I pick out my subjects carefully, watching their movements, listening to their cell phone conversations, learning their daily routine. I learn everything about everyone. I’m just a passive observer. I stand here at the corner every d...

A black and white hue Smeared across A blank earth Of a canvas As if to express the picture of The brush's most Burning desire Swift strokes Forward and back Poetry to Visualize Like words Lines are formed To the portrait of The painter's mind Words alone Will not Express

A man with an axe Stands in the rain. Slowly he begins to speak Over the dull roar. He says, "Why don't you come out to play? I've missed you my dear friend. Your pain saddensme so I just want to hold you close." I secured myself behind The polished glass window. Wathing the beads of water roll Slowly to the bottom of the shelf. Trying to take focus of the Glimmer of an axe. I tried not to fret An aged man is but a paltry thing A tattered coat upon a stick No blood will dark this Rainy day fo...

It lacks a human pulse A fear of overtaking: bares its fangs Simply to move ahead some way Will I see the end here? A fear of overtaking: bares its fangs Searching for a miricle to come Will I see the end here? Come on and give it to me Searching for a miracle here Alive but walking numb Come on and give it to me Come on and die Alive but walking numb Stapled to his head "Come on and die." His thoughts scream Stapled to his forhead "Don't let me!" His thoughts scream Turn the lights off close...

Eyes open Like suns over horizons I'm left of the feeling of being desponded. Broken mirrors reasseamble And tears dry like new pavement Covering up the rugged I must say this Before any friction befalls these plates Only tectonics can keep space Listen closely my dear, I'm dead serious I've never felt this alive.

I push my finger into the sand feel the grit beneath my nails as i sit on this calm cool shore a direct opposite of the waters in my head i search desperately for the bottle a message to the end but all of my answers are waiting to begin i hold onto the red clutching the warm cloth venting all my afflictions as it listens patiently so much can be said through silence i try to stand but my fist is buried in the shore holding me capturing me forcing me to still holding me down against my will i...