Drama Queen
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A Cleansing (Ghostly) Breath
I’m feeling much better now. Some days, life seems to spin out of control and you feel like your myriad responsibilities are un-complete-able, you aren’t getting enough sleep, you haven’t had a well-balanced meal in weeks, and you don’t have the time to fix any of those problems. And then . . . you sign up for an acting job a week before your wedding, and people wonder if you’re crazy. This is a very small job – it’s a tour of a historic cemetery here in town (complete with ghosts, songs, and actors who don’t know their lines), with minimal rehearsal time. It is playing only this weekend, right…
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In honor of my most recent theatre experience, now ended with much sighing (in relief, in sorrow, in the bittersweet state of mind when the transience of all things art and all things theatre and all things of life hits you hard) – a poem, written by an alum of my college (not me): Eaves Dropping Flat worlds stacked against the wall turned outside in Their inhabitants walk this place And if you listen through the hum of the worklights You can hear them As all the playwrights of the world Whisper and shout their words of love Through the eaves Behind the beaten black piano Hamlet delivers his soliloquy to Hedda While…
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To The People/Cats in My Life
To my boyfriend: I haven’t seen you awake in over a week. We’ve talked on the phone a few times a day – which reminds me of the beginning of our courtship (when we were long distance), a very sweet time. But otherwise our contact has been reduced to fumbling nighttime-darkness hellos and quit bursts of necessary information, including such conversation gems as “The cat needs more food, make sure to pick some up on your way home,” and “Don’t forget to pay the Verizon bill.” Just to remind you: you have a girlfriend. Her name is Gillian, she has brown hair (except for one gray one in the…
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The B**ch Goddess
My fourth cup of tea is whistling away in the kettle, my second load of laundry is tumbling lazily in the dryer, the heat is rumbling gently through the vents for the first time of the season, and my cat is snoozing in my lap with her legs wrapped around my fingers (well they were, anyway, til I started typing). The perfect afternoon. Today was a day of hooky, partly to recover from a lingering cough, partly to prepare for OPENING NIGHT, which is tonight, and partly because I get ten sick days in a year and I’ve only used three so far. I lounged on the couch like…
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Take Me Out Back
. . . and shoot me. Is this week over yet?? In two days I have trained a new employee, handled an employee’s fender bender (in a company car, sooo much paperwork), did all my coworker’s sales orders and mine, helped an employee with her taxes, drove a stranger to the dentist (his car broke down and I saw it), went to the doctor, volunteered at an environmental center, and rehearsed every night so far. Now I gotta change the cat litter and dress my cat scratch wounds (she is a tiny, cute, pooping cactus), change for rehearsal, collect my linen napkins from the various corners of the house where my cat so thoughtfully…