Iconography: The Anatomy of My Becoming Series

A four character romantic comedy in six parts. Reality takes place during the course of one day in a large California city in 2005. Buddy is putting together a large piece of furniture that comes in pieces, his wife, Lorraine is doing yoga, reading her tarot cards and cleaning house. Norm, their neighbor and Lorraine's neurotic brother, drops by in the morning. Frank, a policeman investigating a crime recently committed in the neighborhood, comes to call in the afternoon. The play begins in the early morning in semi-darkness and ends at night under the stars. Excerpt 1: Why am I always trying to be a better person? Why can't I be satisfied just to go to work, come home, fuck my husband, love my children? What is this longing? I have everything I ever wanted. The bounty of my table is truly astounding. The extravagance of my existence, my magnificent children, smiles of an eternal summer night. Why is this not enough for me? What am I looking for? Excerpt 2: Well, no, we're not sure what happened exactly. Raped and murdered. Behind your house. Over there, in that woody area. Some kids found her body this morning. We don't know anything much yet, who she is or how she got there. You have any bad feelings about any of your neighbor kids? Excerpt 3: Sometimes I need to feel that life is beautiful. I need time to slow down so I can feel how incredibly lucky I am, how incredibly beautiful the world is. How perfectly I fit inside it. Spinning, whirling, galaxies bleeding new worlds into being.

A three-act romantic comedy takes place in 2212 in the city-state Times Square. An ensemble piece exploring life and theft: the theft of the diamonds that are the basis of the local currency, the theft of the right to conceive and bear children, the theft of the right to individualism. A comedy with many choreographed, musical interludes. A focus on sexuality in many forms and how we might preserve humanity's creativity, our connection to and our place within nature.A three-act romantic comedy takes place in 2212 in the city-state Times Square. An ensemble piece exploring life and theft: the theft of the diamonds that are the basis of the local currency, the theft of the right to conceive and bear children, the theft of the right to individualism. A comedy with many choreographed, musical interludes. A focus on sexuality in many forms and how we might preserve humanity's creativity, our connection to and our place within nature. #1 Quote GY: Look at it this way, we're collaborating on the future. JASON: We're not cooperating. You drive me nuts sometimes, you know that? We're competing to see who will control the future. How can you not get that? GY: No one can control the future. JASON: That's why it's so appealing. GY: But it doesn't make sense. JASON: It doesn't have to make sense, it's history. Once upon a time there were Creons and Pharaohs and Caesars and Goliaths. GY: And the little people? JASON: What about you? GY: We deserve a break. JASON: A temporary reprieve from the repressive cotton wool shoved in your mouths by the elites who benefit from your silence, which will be recorded for your protection? #2 Quote KIT: I travel the same roads, over and over, back and forth, around, looping, to create a groove, a rut, a feature of consciousness dug deep into my soul through the repetition of random events which in their aggregate are no longer random but highly structured, strangling. Peace. What is that? If you could define it for me, then maybe I'd think there was some validity to it. War, now there's validity. We have so much data, an analyst's dream. Numbers galore. This many dead. This many wounded. This many guns. This many bombs. This much plutonium. This much uranium. Peace? How do I measure that? What chart do I use? Confound me with your peace data, go ahead. I applaud your vision. Peace would be great. But, if you want me to invest in your dream, give me something I can count. #3 Quote FEATHER:  If I was Superwoman I would gather all the pain inside a net of woven light, a net so fine that none of the pain could escape to burden anyone ever again. Then, inside this web of light, inside this rainbow caress, the pain will heal. The web will break. The cocoon shatters. The pain is no longer a many-legged, crawly, hairy pain but a shimmering butterfly hope, a firefly faith. A season of sequined seraphim. If I was Superwoman I would lift this weight of sky, gather all our pain and throw it far, far away, into an outer space so deep, so dark that even our pain is a welcome brightness, signifying life. The Afterwords include (with permission from her family) a poem by Michelle Toomey, PhD

A multimedia, multiverse fantasy romantic comedy in three acts that takes place in a convergence of time and space, features a ghost, three love stories, a stripper, a homeless guy, lots of dancing and many timespace surprises. Dorothy, a String Theory physicist and professor of physics is on sabbatical, recovering from cancer and the recent death of her ex-husband, she is reading Lord George Byron's unfinished masterpiece, Don Juan. Byron and Santa and Susy appear from other dimensions of timespace to interact with a group of modern day friends and lovers and all's well that ends well. Excerpt 1: I feel like a porcelain doll that's been thrown down the stairs. Shattered. A million pieces glued together with cosmic superglue by some very patient and persistent angels. The grace of a balanced internal ecology that can coordinate smoothly with a global parasite whose modus operandi is rape, pillage and burn with impunity. There's a hot ecology to it. Hot and hollow. Excerpt 2: "And she bent o'er him, and he lay beneath, hush'd as the babe upon its mother's breast, droop'd as the willow when no winds can breathe, lull'd like the depth of ocean when at rest. Fair as the crowning rose of the whole wreath, soft as the callow cygnet in its nest." We are gods and when we come together, worlds are formed.