Call Winter a road if you will, a Silk Road of a sort, like I do.I love the winter snow,and all the children do with it.And in the same, childlike way, Winter’s a passage for me. Solitudinous.An escape through silence, science, sculpture, scripture, and all the other forms of art.A passage through darkness and discovery […]
Summer. Manhattan. A young, homeless FEMALE (maybe redhead) enters, pulling her belongings (on wheels) behind her. She stops to search a trash can for some treasure, finds none, and walks on. Part way down the block she is stopped by a female TV REPORTER, accompanied by her male cameraman. REPORTER Miss? May we talk with
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TIME AND PLACE 1991. A patch of beach in Southern California toward sunset. EILEE, barefoot, in a two-piece bathing suit. Sand. Water. A surfboard. Sounds of waves rolling in. In the discretion of the Director the ocean may be positioned at the back, side, or front of the stage. If at the front of the
There are In the night Those who light A path For other feet To follow.
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CHLOE and CHRIS are in bed together, CHLOE nearly asleep now. CHRIS, with her head and shoulders propped up by pillows behind her, has been reading aloud from a book of Linda Gregg poetry. She puts the book down. CHLOE Oh, don’t stop, Chris.I love to hear you read. Please. Please…. CHRIS slowly picks the
