creative

Sculpted
R. L. | 09/26/2021

Four mud-sculpture statues with expressionist faces of clay – one male, three female. Full lips. Wide-open demonstrative eyes; their gaze frozen. All hankering to speak out. But they cannot.

After My Fall
R. L. | 08/24/2021

Today, the outside I see appears hazy. Plain and simple. Misty with an occasional blast of drizzle.  I pretend I’m elsewhere. I want to change everything but my thoughts remain...

Firwood Crossing
S.R. Landon | 08/05/2021

Karl Gorton lived near the end of a windswept cul de sac in Firwood. His daughter Colleen, now based in Indonesia, had gone to Bali on vacation and fallen in...

Frozen Sweat
S.R. Landon | 07/05/2021

A tent city.  Sidewalks crammed.  A pop-up colony of geometric domes. Gray stretch plastic structures.  All generously donated. Each tagged with an American flag. Stars and stripes on guard duty.

Backstage Live
S.R. Landon | 05/03/2021

A tense conversation breaks the silence. In a darkened theatre only two people can be heard on stage, but no one is seen. Not Jerry Graham – a part-time observer...

Sleight of Mind
S.R. Landon | 03/02/2021

We are stranded. Lost in time.  Between a future then and a present now.  Limited sensory perception.  No ESP.  Real or imagined. Faces flash by.  Expressions in flux. Memories scrambled.

Meeting the Parents
Irini Spyrou | 01/05/2021

Welcome to the year 2060. AI is not only the king but a second norm, robotics (those electronically automated) rule yet the play is still the thing. Emily and her...

East to the Sun
S.R. Landon | 12/30/2020

We were arrogant, ignorant, totally unprepared.  Disaster struck hard.  We let it.  Shame on us.  Narcissism, greed and selfishness took over. Fools ruled. Never again. No looking back.

A Quarantine Diary
Marley Fortin | 12/29/2020

At the beginning of quarantine, my diary was full of to-do lists.  For example: No 4 PM disaster nap!; Read 1 hour; Something artsy 1 hour; Stats problems 1, 2....

Stop The Count
Marley Fortin | 11/09/2020

Stop the count of leaves in snow. Stop the count of sunbeams off the unfrozen river. It is still autumn, you fear what comes next. Stop the count of the dead and...