A girl laying in the dead leaves, orange light on her face from the sodium streetlight and she feels so sad, she feels like an

This entry is cross-posted at Mad King Thomas' website. We're making a new dance. It's….hard. We are hiring dancers to “play” us, or to “be”

We are rewatching Game of Thrones, although after two episodes of Joffrey, I don't know if I can do it all again. Every episode takes

You feel your own heart turning into something new and it is a strange thing. It still beats, and it still works, and you seem

I've mentioned a class I took at the Actors Fund this spring in a few places. If you're working in the performing arts or film

We're all going to die (and I'm not even talking about Brexit!) It seems important to be able to answer the question: What do I

I skipped two days of writing in a row, which I said I would not do! But things happen and I don't feel bad about

I watched game 7 of the NBA Finals tonight, mostly because I really want it to be football time already. Besides, Paul talked me into

toe nails. cut flowers wilting in the heat. hand lotion. black pepper. cancelled stamps. uneven sidewalks. night-blooming cacti. flies crawling on food. fluorescent lights reflected

I wrote 1600 words today…but none of it felt ready to share yet. So here is something I wrote around this time of year at