Mardi Gras

As someone with deep roots in the Southern Louisiana culture . . . I’ve always avoided Mardi Gras. By which I mean, I’ve avoided the raucous street parties that Mardi Gras is known for. See, I don’t especially like having people step on my feet, jostle me, spill beer all over me, or puke on…

So We’ll Have No More of Rover

(with apologies to George Gordon, Lord Byron) So we’ll have no more of Rover      Barking late into the night, Though the neighbors be still unloving,      And the porch light be still bright. For the dog outwears his leash,      And jumps upon the guest, And we must pause to breathe,      And the neighborhood have rest. Though…

They had come to that point where, after a day spent in each other’s company, they would either be inseparable or heartily sick of one another. It was late, the moon high and sliding slowly down the far side of the sky, and they stood under a tree in the small rectangle of grass outside…

2012 Goals Revisited

Here were my goals for 2012, which I posted at the beginning of the year: Finish “St. Peter in Chains” Finish “The K-Pro” Finish the spec script Get at least one more play accepted for production somewhere You’ll notice a couple of them are now yellow/orange, as in “caution light” color. This is because they…

Their Eden

He liked that she didn’t immediately get out of bed, didn’t move to dress herself, but instead curled against him, nestled, content and trusting. She was Eve to his Adam, and this was their Eden, not yet spoiled. For now they could remain shamelessly naked with each other and happily ignorant of the worse parts…

Those Godless British Heathens

Just had a conversation that went something like this: Me: Oh, I’m going to be in England for Easter. Scott: Do they care? Me: That I’m going to be there? Scott: About Easter. Me: No, of course not. They are godless heathens who know nothing of magical rabbits bearing chocolate. The truth is, I have…