turned kitchen things, like empty bottles / and broken springs / to floating castles and fairy wings
Piece of a happy space.
(PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST) JASON: (JASON turns away from her. Pause.) I’m going to bed. SARAH: Fine… (She listens) It’s st…
This is an extract towards the end of a short play I wrote for Uni 2 years ago. I’m quite proud of the piece, and this is one of my favourite parts. I don’t know how well it will work as an extract because there are some references to things which have significance earlier in the play (like the fact that Sarah never finishes any of her writing). Please let me know what you think of if you’d like to read the entire piece. What gradually unravels earlier in the play is that Sara has had an abortion and is now regretting it. She’s been a little messed up ever since and Jason can’t seem to understand. It’s putting a strain on their relationship. At this point in the play the separation between them lessons and Sara manages to lead Jason into her imaginary story of their ‘could have been’ daughter. It’s a kind of bittersweet moment for the couple. The entire play is set in their bedroom, which consists merely of a white double bed, white dresser and mirror.
Do you remember the whistling? / Of the wind in the trees / And the tale we were told / Of the birds and the bees
a scene from my childhood :)
A big boy / and a small boy / sprawling / play knuckle bones / on the lounge room floor at tea time / they put the game away / in a soft gre…
Joe was playing in the sun / He was having lots of fun / Joe come inside, here comes the rain, / play inside till it stops again
Written a long time ago for my son, Joe. Like all children he got bored when it rained !!
Agapita plays hide n seek / in her pretty dress / her hair an ungodly mess / nose springing a leak / finger put in place to hold back the dis…
There you are, as I was at your age, / A solitary child in your teeming realm / Far from the shimmering torpor that I see – this / Provinc…
Another celebration of the magical potential of children (in this case, my nephew). What is it that we adults do, to squash them flat?
In the beginning there was a baby and the baby was with God…Earliest memories of my childhood are of joyous carefree days of sunshine a…
This is the first chapter of my story, or part II. Please enjoy. And thank you for stopping by to read it.
Cherry blossoms… / And first kisses. / That leave sweetness in the corners, / Of velvet lips. / Electricity fizzing between fingertips / Tha…
This is about childhood memories / First kisses / First loves / Peach juice / And golden sunsets.
I used to play among the leaves, / Play up high, / In the trees,
This is about how inoccent childhood is and how I remember it to be when I was a child.
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