Adagio A MAN crosses towards the table from UP STAGE RIGHT. He is wearing underwear under a long, flowing silk bathrobe, open at the front. He stops to the RIGHT of the table. He takes a flower in his right hand, smells it, brushes his face with it, then drops it on the floor to his left. Eric Jennings • writing
The Tyranny of Words The dog was on a leash but I gave it wide berth. I don't like dogs. I'm afraid of them. I don't mind admitting that. Eric Jennings • writing
Here's Lookin' at You, Kid I don’t have writer’s block. I have writer’s fright. Eric Jennings • writing
Judas is Scared A Lot When Judas heard the crow cock three times, he only did what his Rabbi asked him to. He fulfilled his destiny knowing full well what the cost would be. Condemned forever for an act of loyalty. Eric Jennings • writing
Call Me Benjamin Button At exactly the halfway point between then and now, time, in concert with the earth's inner core of blazing iron and nickel, reversed its direction and began spinning backward as if seeking its own birth in the fiery magma of amygdala. Eric Jennings • writing
Invocation of Pork & Beans I call to Carna, also known as crane sacred witch, sworn enemy of screech-owls, vampires, rapists, and cads, protect our bodies from violation, ravishment and desecration. Eric Jennings • writing
