I sent a play off to an agent who I looked up in the yellow pages, and called up and contacted. I told them a little about myself, and they sounded interested and told me to send them a play. So I did, did the poor man copyright thing,and sent it registered mail. Now the agency seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth and no longer the professional greeting asks you to leave a message, only the voice of the woman to whom I talked with. What to do about this I really don't know, and...

Maje’ By Gavion E. Chandler " Chapter One µ “Ah see you have wakened. Good… oh you haven’t truly accepted. It takes a bit of faith. No you’re not going mad… well you’re not mad as any other CC that governs ‘Aspects’. I’m sorry ‘CC’ Carnal Consciousness, human aspects of reality, the principle force of conscious reality. That’s you.” A slight chuckle echoing in some deep whisper of consciousness of your mind. “Oh please don’t think me rude, please I meant no offense, just remembering, ‘We’ No...

'Midst solitudes of wild flowers and crowns White with golds... swaying to winds' silent breath... Upon threads of lances... here abides this quiet throne Still and stone-poised 'gainst its standing hours... Once in days of seasons, When fleeting crowns of glory danced in its towering beauty... and earthly angels nestled in finding comfort and rest in its embrace... it remembers those gentler days in those spells of winds whispered in days... where songs of children danced and played in shado...