I realize my dreams have been hacked when my wife and I get back to our apartment, around lunchtime, with two Dancin’ Doug Robots, and dump them both in our guest room, which has lately become a repository for the…
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Monthly Archives: January 2012
Though hands grow cold, the pen stays hot: Why the Winter season is conducive to writing, by Crystal Maitland
Winter is cold, yes, but perhaps it would be better to say that it is honest. Winter whips away the cover of lush leaves and plush petals; wriggles through armor of wool and fleece and down. It is not so…
This Train makes all the Stops, by Len Joy
Hank knew where to stand. He had commuted on the Red Line for thirty years. When he boarded the train at Monroe Street he got prime position in the middle of the car, away from the crush of sweaty commuters…
Babybox, by Simone Martel
Maddie darted across the bedroom carpet in her babydoll PJs, jumped up onto the chair and threw her stuffed pony into Carlotta’s face. “I won’t, Mommy. I don’t want to get into the box.” “Get in, sweetie, and tomorrow we’ll…
Security!, by A. Andrew Tantia
“I have a bomb,” said the caller. Not the first thing you want to hear when you have just stumbled groggily in to work Friday morning after a hard night on the town. Not entirely unexpected, however, as I work…
Reading & Writing Plays, by Laura Bolt
When I was young and growing up in Washington, D.C., I was lucky enough to take advantage of the rich assortment of local theatre. While the changing sets and scenery rarely disappointed, it was the language of the plays that…
