Writer
“YOU HAVE TO KEEP RUNNING, HONEY. THE WORLD WILL JUST KEEP SPINNING WITHOUT YOU. AND IF YOU DON’T KEEP UP, YOU’LL JUST START TO BLUR. INTO EVERYTHING ELSE.”
My written work is often performative in nature, exploring themes surrounding esoteric myth and the approaching “singularity” of technology. I’ve studied with Clare Barron, Jaclyn Backhaus, and Michael Walkup, and I’m an alumnus of The Tank’s 2017 TV Writing Program. More recently, I’ve written an adaptation of Joy Williams’ “The Quick and the Dead.” My work can be found on New Play Exchange.
“A FEW DAYS AGO, I STOPPED RUNNING, MY STEADY CHUG OUT, AWAY. AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I LOOKED BACK, EXPECTING TO FIND ALL THE DEAD SKIN I’D LET GO OF, ALL THE SHADOWS OF MEMORY I’D DISCARDED ALONG THE WAY. I WAS LOOKING FOR SOME EVIDENCE THAT I’D CREATED A MESS DOING WHAT I DID, SOME SEMBLANCE OF SIGNIFICANCE IN MY BIG DECISION TO GO. INSTEAD, ALL THAT DISTANCE I’D COVERED LOOKED UNTOUCHED, AS THOUGH I’D NEVER BEEN THERE AT ALL. NOT A FOOTPRINT IN THE FUCKING SAND.”
“AND IN THE SLOW BURN OF MORNING’S COME, WILL DAWNING REVELATION’S SONG MAKE BRIGHT THE SHADOWED LAND! AND IN THAT BLISTERING LIGHT, WILL YOU COME TO SEE THAT I AM YOU? I. AM. THE. VILLAIN.”
“PETER: UM, DID YOU SPEAK WITH YOUR COUSIN ABOUT A POSSIBLE WHOLESALE ACCOUNT?
NATHAN: (TAKES A DEEP BREATH) I DID. BUT... HE – UM, HE WASN’T INTERESTED.
PETER STARES AT NATHAN.
PETER: YOU MENTIONED HE WAS MAYBE A BIG... UH, CAFFEINE... FIEND?
NATHAN NODS.
NATHAN: HE SAID HE DIDN’T NEED IT.
PETER STARES AT NATHAN.
NATHAN: HE’S ON A LOT OF COKE.”
“I CHOOSE NOT TO BELONG, CHOOSE TO DISSIPATE EVEN AS MY SINEWS HARDEN; FADE AS MY SKIN CREATES GROOVES DEEP ENOUGH TO SLIDE INTO; NOT BE AS MY BEING GAINS STRENGTH.”