In electric confrontations, the clouds gather, grow dark, and grumble their dissent. They lumber about like gravid beasts, heavy bellies aimed at the earth below; a slow dance that lasts for days. Then, like a crescendo, it rains. Not an unusual phenomenon in this urban area of the west coast trapped between the mountains and the sea. The geometric nature of the city provides a horizon of percussive surfaces in the form of concrete stalagmites that have colonized what once was a temperate rainforest. What trees remain have been landscaped into place. And water batters into the foliage, each leaf…

“Tell me something interesting,” he says to me as we sit side by side on the bus. He looks so cold and calculated and I wonder if he feels anything towards me at all. He takes up room in his seat. I barely fit next to him. He is an overachiever, overeducated and impeccably self-reliant, with what most would call a bright future ahead of him. He is the science student. Is this what I want? Is this who I am? I feel torn within myself. He looks me over, bored, unsatisfied, and I feel an old familiar pain come…

A Christmas Play Characters: Interim Chairman Hannigan: runs the department with an iron fist Assistant Professor Annie Assistant Professor Molly Assistant Professor Pepper Assistant Professor Derek Assistant Professor Oliver Twist Sandy, a graduate student Dean Grantbucks Dr. Farrell, Daddy Grantbucks’ Assistant Dean Note: Except when they are singing (in synchrony) or when they say “Yes, Chairman Hannigan” in synchrony, most of the lines for “Other Assistant Profs” or “All Assistant Profs” should be said like a crowd scene – i.e. not in synchrony, but overlapping and random, with different people speaking different lines all at once.) Production note: Karaoke versions…

Virginia, will you ask again this year Whether melting ice-caps scare his deer? Ice-water never was so warm As amid the mighty powers’ swarm. But children in Russia and Timbuktu Will get their Christmas presents, too; And sweet lead paint will not compete With family, good cheer, and meat; And submerged futures and frozen hearts Break free along with elfin workshop parts. You can also hear the piece being performed by Katelyn by clicking here

The Eye followed the rusty-skin fall leaves collapse on their damp-green bed. Razors cut plum clouds, opening a show of sepia sky. To Clove smoke ashes eyes danced, lips dry, exhales of industrial amounts of smoke. Outside, on the faded deck behind his family’s house, is where the Eye spent most of his time, smoking and reading. The mind was coated with increasing Agoraphobia. The mind? No, he was not a Dualist. His vision of Dualism is that it is tantamount to an ignorance of walking. Hitting a baseball with an invisible bat is impossible, as it goes against the…