Tuesday February 28, 2017
Mr. Burns: A Post-Electric Play Anne Washburn
Marley moves to vancouver and is all pissed about everything.
I told her it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park and she quite literally SHOOED me. As if to say, Please, Alison, what do I look like, a sorority girl? And if Marley had joined up with Alpha Omega she would KNOW that being one of those girls is one of the hardest things in the entire world. I mean, Marley doesn’t know this because Marley thinks she’s better than everyone, but being of service to a cause can actually really improve your mindset. Anyway, now Marley is moping around because she thought the whole city would automatically fall in love with her and she’d get a free pass.
Monday, February 10, 2014 at Cafe Novo
Under the Lilacs
Louisa M. Alcott
All the little girls with their little girl curls, running wild in the parks and the lawns of strangers. Flying high with the morning giggles syphoned from a rainbow’s end, learning to hold hands with the younger ones and protect them from the mean ones.
All the little girls with their little girl curls, eating blueberries from the bush and getting raspberry stains on their little girl frill. With sighs about the afternoon and their late day naps, not wanting to miss the moments of growth and maturation that come from watching Mommy.
All the little girls with their little girl curls, thinking they can change the moods of the wind and the ocean and have them turn in their favour. They dream big with their wide-eyes and believe the impossible is possible and not only possible but easy.
All the little girls with their little girl curls, drinking sweet pear nectar from a bright blue or yellow cup. Gulping back the flesh of a fruit in a juice so perfectly constructed to suit their needs and satiate their every curiosity.