Archive for November, 2009

Formalities

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

The night before I left I entered an elevator. I. Flying upwards into space or pitching downwards, it’s all the same Midway each dream the doors open: Everything stops. Suddenly the decision must be made: do I get out? Step freely into nothingness? Or remain, blind to the rushing air the elevator / my protector [...]

And You’ll Be Mine!

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

The giddiness began in the dressing rooms: tucked away in the aqua-lime basement of the Somerville Theatre, framed in a flicker of half-functioning makeup lights. We had paled our faces with white cream, painted heavy circles around our lids with black, green, purple and blue, and slicked our hair into tight, glossy ponytails. We wore [...]

This Is Not My Beautiful House

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

Last night I dreamt I was throwing a large dinner party. Everyone was there: casseroles and warm bread piled upon the table, dishes clattered, the apartment was a mess. Suddenly I realized I didn’t live here any more with you, and had no right to all of this; furthermore, all you wanted right now was [...]

Backstage at Boiling Point Burlesque

Monday, November 9th, 2009

October was full of performances, but after the Boiling Point Burlesque variety show at Oberon November 1st, we just have rehearsals for The Slutcracker: after which, I abandon all of this, flee this city for colder winds, darker nights. And I realized, I should really be taking more pictures. A Line-Up UnAmerika’s Sweetheart, The Fan [...]

Breakup Life Lesson #3

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

If you have the luxury to take a couple of days to process that, before you respond, take them.