Tree of Life (a short play)
Eve in a simple white dress (think sleeveless non-froo froo wedding gown). She sits perfectly motionless under a tree, like a painting. Angelic music is playing. It’s beautiful. Except that it’s on repeat.
She is frozen except for her facial expressions. She gets more and more annoyed at the music until finally she breaks out of her pose. God is heard but not seen.
EVE
Will you kindly make this stop?
GOD
What? The music? I find it rather pleasant.
EVE
For the first
Meat Heart (a poem)
I avoid my coworkers
customers
neighbors
phone calls
because today my heart feels tender
like raw meat
and everyone has the manic dark look to me like
buzzards hungry for a bite.
I want to hide my meat heart
deep in the freezer
till I forget how raw and red it is
and everyone behaves like proper vegetarians.
Then maybe years later
when searching for the frozen peas,
my hands will hit something hard and almost black.
They'll pull out this strange frostbitten m