The moon had waned, and Heather—no longer having tables to busy or bus—rolled silverware. For her, it was the prime of the night.

A play about... disposables.

Lights come up on Matt, wearing a helmet and a shiny space suit.  He stares up into the sky as if he were watching fireworks, but they happen to have been the same fireworks for weeks.  He clicks on a little tape recorder... A Play.

The sun was dying.  The scientists predicted there would be 15 more years of light.

A play

Ahmed falls from the steel deck thick with diesel oil and malice, through a rain unlike anything he’s known...

The night before my Bat Mitzvah, slap bang in the middle of the brief Quiet Season, Grandfather Feder appropriates the steambus while the boorish village elders sleep off hunger...

Man felt incredibly pleased with himself, sitting as he did, on the very top of the food chain...