Crossing

At the corner of two main streets
he waits to cross.
Newspaper headlines cry
Death at the Corner!
He wonders if a driver’s inattention
is the equivalent of a bomb
in a library.
He can hear the librarian
shushing the bomber. Continue reading

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winter rain

false hope of spring
dripping into heart and dreams
day and night darkening
blotches of yards and streets
we must endure and live the night and day
until the winter reapplies Continue reading

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Review: Mother Courage and her Children by Bertolt Brecht

When one produces a standard work in the theatre canon, it is always with the intention of finding a new way in, of opening fresh or particularly relevant doors for the audience. Such an approach encourages the actors and designers to take chances, and gives the audience the expectation that it is worthwhile seeing the same play more than once over the years. Familiar as I am with Brecht’s work, I have never seen a staging of this play before; although I have seen the television production of Meryl Streep rehearsing the title role for Broadway, and I have seen numerous production stills of various interpretations. I certainly approached this production with high expectations; and in many ways, I was not disappointed.

As the script ages, expository details such as costumes, Continue reading

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