Writing

HALLOWEEN

Surreal to see the Halloween yard decorations blowing past my apartment window: a fleet of witches without their brooms just flew by. Ironically, they’ll probably end up actually flying into a tree. Oh, here comes their riderless brooms sweeping the leaves; and here come the trees! There goes a chorus-line of glow-in-the-dark skeletons holding hands…

JOGGING THROUGH THE STREETS OF QUEENS UPDATE

Middle-aged heavyweight woman with five o’clock shadow pushing a loaded babushka cart and wearing some kind of schmatta on her head spit at me and then mumbled something in Russian as I jogged by her. Sources tell me it was either an ancient curse or a killer recipe for borscht. Not to be outdone, an…

THE BAD KIDS

I love teaching theatre to people of all ages, it is one of my greatest joys. I especially loved when I was teaching young people and I was handed The Bad Kids— The anarchists, The ones who had insomnia, The ones who wore vintage Issey Miyake they found deeply buried in the bins at Goodwill…

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, QUEENS, NYC

Noxious night. No air. Breathing impaired. Hot. Humid. Put it this way, you know how when you get loaded in the boats on Pirates of Caribbean, And you start your “voyage”, And then you drop down that first ramp, And then you float into the ride and you feel that blast of humidity, And you…