In Development | 100 minutes

A hospital play!

In a nationally ranked California hospital, an addict & an elder receive two versions of the same not-quite-healthcare. Somewhere offstage, their mutual caregiver takes respite in a liminal Hospital Coffee Shop.

An Absurdist play for an absurd system.

In Development | 90 minutes

A culture clash, with a Muse in drag.

Books are saved! Books are lost. Who determines what we read tomorrow, and who’s doing the writing today? The Librarian and their Assistant wrestle with these questions (and each other) as the walls burn down around them.

In Development | 100 mins

Sci-punk adaptation of Aristophanes’ The Frogs, with embodied AI venturing through time and space tropes to wake the last human writer from cryosleep.

(It’s a little girl, who has to tell about a wild dream she had.)

Find on New Play Exchange and at The Brooklyn Review | 50 Mins

The Woman’s up in the treehouse, The Stranger can’t go back to work until he makes sure The Girl is alright, and The Girl just wants to bury her brain. She’s great at playing, she knows, but she’d be better if her brain didn’t make her say things.

An Albee-esque allegory about what happens when you blame your thoughts for your feelings. A play about making friends.

In Development | 60mins

An American Icarus shoots at an exploding Sun.

[A play for one performer. A play for a dying planet.]

100 mins

Antigone at 103, played by a woman in her 30s in classical mask. A play about what happens when the living room becomes a ‘living tomb,’ age an inevitable curse. A play about seeing the people behind the ‘old people.’

Premiere reading at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, August 2019

“Metaphorize me, Euthanize me, Self-aggrandize, me!” | 90 mins

It’s 1520, thereabouts. Juana “the Mad” is kept in the Convent of Santa Clara by her son, the Emperor, who just wants to make sure his mummy is well taken care of. When a wayward Sister finds herself locked in Juana’s chamber with no means of escape, the two women pick at each other and pick apart the stories the eerily-identical men tell - until the women discover that the madness is not in them but in their position.