“So the play is basically about people being away from home; feeling like home is slipping away from them, gradually. Not just physically – because they’re not there anymore – but mentally, everything about home is going, disappearing.”
How many people are currently living on Mars? You may raise your eyebrows and wonder whether I expect Mark Watney to wander around the corner at any moment, fresh from running roughshod all over planetary protection protocol.
I’ve made a teru teru bōzu – a handmade Japanese doll that keeps the rain away. All I had was a tissue and the ball from a broken coat rail, but I could use some sunshine, and we make do with what we’ve got. Teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu Do make tomorrow a sunny day Like the […]
Carol. Ca-rol. The name fills your mouth before your tongue flies up to your hard palate, trapping it. Like a secret. Ca-rol. Anyone who’s spoken to/crossed paths with/been in a building adjacent to me in recent weeks has been powerless to escape mention of the current love of my life. Adapted by Phyllis Nagy from […]
Originally written for Exeunt There is a man. He is in a play. And everyone has utterly lost their shit. I mean wholesale, clambering over each other for first grab, taking surreptitious photos in the theatre, following him from the stage door to his car, madness. Those fans, eh? Nope, it’s the journalists.
Originally written for Exeunt “Dad?” “Yes sweetheart?” “When are you going to die?” “… Not for a very long time.” “How long?”