Well, I meant to post this on Halloween, but I forgot (as in, I was too busy covering the flat in velvet and candles ahead of our Halloween party). But anyway, here’s a Victorian-gothic short story of mine that was selected for publication in the “Show Us Your Shorts” story anthology
A little teaser for next week’s production of I Am a Camera in Cambodia, adapted & directed by yours truly. For this version, we moved the action from 1930s Berlin (amid the rise of the Nazis and antisemitic violence) to Phnom Penh in 1969 (amid the build up to Lon
Runner-up, The Writer’s Digest poetry competition 2018 PEAKS That was the night we drove to the highlands And the fierce white peaks were arrows pointed at the stars. I remember the moon, the colour and texture of snow Crumbling from the mountain Tumbling into the dark. You
Half-night dusk-light Dims the lingering lilac-white Rough-cut cloud, not cotton soft, But dead and dull, dry tufts of hair A thin-drawn rip in jet-torn sky Glows deep and fine As a lamp-lit scratch in a table-top Then sinks its smoke to smoothness – Stops.
Okay, quick disclaimer: I’m talking about European-style opera here. Cambodia has a rich performance history blending theatre and singing, but it’s never staged an opera. The really exciting thing about this project, which is a version of Mozart’s Magic Flute that’s taken years to put together, is that it isn’t just
As unlikely as it sounds, absurdist theatre is coming to Phnom Penh, with a series of four short plays exploring the darker side of human nature and what pushes us to violence. In French AND English, no less. I am very excited about this. So much so that I interviewed
At first I was afraid, I was petrified I hit you with my shoe- how are you still alive? But now it’s so much worse You could be lurking in my purse You little creep – now I can’t sleep! — Under the bed? Inside the drawer? Or have you