The premiere of “The Baker’s Oven” - my directorial debut in NYC at the Manhattan Repertory Theater wrapped up last week and all in all I was proud of the actors work as well as the postive connections made with the theater company and some of the other artists who worked produced work in the festival.  I am now in the exciting process of casting my summer project.  Presently holding auditions in Rochester, NY for the premiere of a new Environmental Musical - produced by Peace Child International and performing in Rochester and touring to Quebec, Canada as part of the World Youth Congress 2008.   We have had a wonderful turn out of talent - from age 9 to 22.  It will be a challenge to choose between these great young performers.   It is truly inspiring to see the heart, intelligence and clarity of purpose as well as values in our blossoming ‘future leaders’.  

Posted: May 22nd, 2008 under Announcement, Greeting, Peace Child, Uncategorized.
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Stumbling down over the page – words spill out,

Loose threads of my unraveling head.

 

My heart hestitates than lays down a heavy beat with a thud.

Blood and oxygen flood, 

So why is it hard to breathe?

 

ZZzsleepless night – too much to write.

Deadlines, work, work and not enough.

Axe to grind, hitting the pavement without a dime.

Balls in the air fly and dash as I desperately juggle -

To keep them there, life in order, moving forwards

Right above my reach.

 

What’s wrong with me?

I peek into my psyche,

Feeling a funk coming on.

How can I compete with chemical affairs –

The sultry powdery lady -

and those down to earth Mary’s of the every day sort.

How is it that I become so easily replaced?

 

Is my dopey love not holding a charge or a candle to that flame?

Can’t you see there’s too many of us in this bed?

“Roll over, roll over” so many times my lover has said.

How tired I’ve become from sleeping too long on the floor 

where I thought waking had begun.

 

You hand me your line and slip.

Shock waves again, a tremor in my chest.

Telling me life is hard and how will you survive?

With job in hand, heavy load to bear as you stride

Towards that fine white line.

Inhaling time – a weekend that tells me 

You don’t know what’s really on the line.

 

We both see it in the sand,

You and me – separated by this series

Of dashes strung out together, 

Chosen sides of a dried up ocean that we sipped

Until it soaked and softened our insides.

Posted: May 1st, 2008 under Soliloque on Gabriel (poetic journey), my poetry.
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