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Colors of Manhattan

AUTUMN
Khaki trenchcoats
Black umbrellas
Brown leather suitcases

WINTER
Khaki pants
Black lunchboxes
Brown cups of coffee

SPRING
Khaki dresses
Black sunglasses
Brown satchels

SUMMER
Khaki sunhats
Black flip flops
Brown iced lattes

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The Girl You Left Behind

A smile like two strands of pearls.
Twinkling eyes that rivaled the stars.
A heart that beat with warmth and love.
That’s the girl you left behind.

A voice to calm like a summer breeze.
Loving arms that accepted you always.
A support you needed everyday.
That’s the girl you left behind.

A broken heart like shards of glass.
Crying eyes that never dry.
A sallow face so sunken in.
This is the girl who’s here to stay.

A body like fragile tree branches.
Numbing every happiness.
A feeling of worthlessness.
This is the girl who’s here to stay.

Be careful what you say.
Be mindful in your ways.
A heart will always love.
This heart will never forgive.

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The NUTcracker

The NUTcracker

 

(An empty auditorium.  Rehearsals have just let out at Radio City Music Hall.  Strewn about the stage are various props including costumes, a dance bag, pages of scripts and a bottle of Zoloft.

AT RISE, CINDERELLA, 19, has just finished rehearsing for the Nutcracker in which she stars as The Sugar Plum Fairy.  It has been a long night, she is tired and cranky and her sorority sisters ditched her for a rooftop party at Sleeping Beauty’s place.

PRINCE CHARMING, 21, is sitting in the audience.  HE is the only one left in the theater as he anxiously waits for his girlfriend to finish getting ready.)

PRINCE CHARMING

(Looking at his Movado)

Come on babe, it’s already 11, we’re gonna be late . . . as usual (HE mutters to himself)

CINDERELLA

(Pissed off)

Oh my God, we’ll get there when we get here can you just chill?  It’s not my fault I’m the star of one of New York’s most beloved Christmas productions.

PRINCE CHARMING

(Trying to relax HER)

Since when did you become a Rockette?

CINDERELLA

(Annoyed)

You’re such an ass, make yourself useful and carry my crap.  I’m too tired.

(HE sits in the audience for a few minutes, purposely trying to anger HER, succeeds and motions to help her with her bags)

PRINCE CHARMING

Do you have everything?  I don’t feel like coming back here because you forgot a costume or something.

 CINDERELLA

Yes I have everything (opening the bottle of Zoloft and popping two pills into HER mouth)

PRINCE CHARMING

OK let’s go.  It’s gonna be impossible to catch a cab at this hour.

CINDERELLA

(Snottily)

What the hell do you mean a cab?  (rummaging through HER bag looking for her Blackberry) Didn’t I tell you to send for my driver after intermission?

PRINCE CHARMING

(Annoyed)

I’m sorry Princess, but your sisters were supposed to be your ride, remember?

CINDERELLA

Whatever, let’s jus . . . (pauses)

Wait . . . Oh my God where is it? (panicking)

PRINCE CHARMING

Where’s what babe?

CINDERELLA

My shoe.  Where the hell is my fucking shoe?

PRINCE CHARMING

It’s just a dance shoe.  I’m sure it’ll turn up in one of your bags sooner or later.  Let’s just go.

CINDERELLA

Not my dance shoe you idiot.  My other shoe.  My Manolo Blahnik.  Get up here and help me look for it.

(SHE paces around the stage tearing apart her dance bag, costume bag and anything else she can get her manicured hands on)

PRINCE CHARMING

(Rolls eyes)

Oh dear, Oh Lord, how can we ever go on.  You have five thousand other pairs of shoes babe.  Or you can just ask Carrie Bradshaw to lend you a pair.  You uptight city girls always have backups for something completely useless.

CINDERELLA

(Infuriated)

Oh shut the fuck up.  You know I’ve had a rough day as it is and you’re being such an ass.  Why can’t you just do what I tell you to the first time, then maybe it wouldn’t be such a problem.

PRINCE CHARMING

(Raises eyebrows)

Oh you’re blaming me now?

CINDERELLA

(Ignoring him)

I’m so sick of wearing the pants in this relationship (shoving clothes back into her bag)

PRINCE CHARMING

(HE climbs onto the stage and approaches HER)

That’s right, you wear the pants and I have the nuts.  I swear they cast you as the wrong character.  You should have been the Nutcracker.

CINDERELLA

(Appalled)

DO NOT push me right now.

PRINCE CHARMING

No, I’ll just bust your balls.  Oh wait, you’ve got that covered.  I’m outta here. (walks off stage)

(Shouting back to her)

Call one of your friends to come get you.  I’m done dealing with your bitchy, ungrateful, uptight, materialistic ass.

(CINDERELLA is left alone on stage. The stage door slams. Lights go out.  END SCENE)diamond_wedding_shoes

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Shakespearean Sonnet

 Found this little gem while taking a break from writing. Oh how I miss poetry homework.

Shame unto thee,

thou hast made me compose a symphony of dreams.

The bearer of thine heart deserved to be me.

Then sed black organ would not be torn at the seams.

 

Shame unto thee,

You exist to bludgeon the world with your dumb, heavy tongue.

A selfish face covered in soot that no one can see.

For you, Siren’s song shall not be sung.

 

Shame unto thee,

as foul father victimizes a disposed daughter.

The measures of truth will not let you be.

O, send her into war like a lamb to the slaughter.

 

Forsake mine love, mine honor and spirit.

If doth wishes to protest, I do not wish to hear it.

Cheers!

 

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When You Wish Upon A Star

A one act play I wrote in college…Enjoy.

 

(Middle Village, Queens.  Early evening at about 7:30.  It is a clear night.  MILLY has just finished dinner and is now out on her balcony looking at the sky with her best friend ROBBIE.

 

AT RISE, MILLY, 9, has a heart of gold and a creative imagination.  She is an only child and doesn’t have many friends.

ROBBIE, 9, is Milly’s neighbor.  He is a real sweetheart, although a little slow.  He has been in foster care for the past four years and has been best friends with Milly since the age of five).

 

SCENE 1

 

MILLY

What happens when you wish on a star?

 

ROBBIE

(itching his nose)

I dunno, it comes true I guess.

 

MILLY

Does it really come true, or do they just tell you that it does?

 

ROBBIE

Well Tony says that’s what grown ups tell you to get you to go to bed earlier.

 

MILLY

Hmm . . . But your brother is 16.  He’s practically a grown up already.  Remember when he told us that Santa Claus wasn’t real?

 

ROBBIE

(laughs)

Yea, he’s so dumb.  No wonder he didn’t get that video game he wanted last year, even though Mrs. Sm- uh, I mean Mom said it was too much money and Santa didn’t have enough to bring to us.

 

(They listen for a few minutes in silence to the noises of the neighborhood below them.  Old Mr. Filibuster is walking his dog Freckles.  His leash jingles against

his dog tags.  The clanging sounds of trashcans are heard as everyone puts out their garbage for the morning).

                                                                                                                   

MILLY

I’m gonna do it.

 

ROBBIE

Do what?

 

MILLY

Make a wish on a star, silly.  I pick that one right there.

 

(SHE points to the biggest and brightest star in the sky, most likely the North Star for this time of year).

 

ROBBIE

Oooo that’s a good one.  It’s almost as big as the diamond ring my sister keeps telling her boyfriend she wants.

 

MILLY

Wow, that big?

 

ROBBIE

Yup.  She said if she doesn’t get it soon she wouldn’t put out anymore.

 

MILLY

Put out what?

 

ROBBIE

(shrugs shoulders)

I dunno, the garbage I guess.

 

MILLY

Oh . . . Ok here I go.

 

(MILLY closes her eyes tightly and begins to make a wish when ROBBIE interrupts her).

 

ROBBIE

Wait wait!

 

MILLY

(startled)

What?  I was in the middle of my wish!  You can’t just stop someone when they’re making a wish.  You only get one!

ROBBIE

Why one?

                   

MILLY

‘Cause there are other kids who need to make wishes too and my Mom said I can’t be selfish.  It may not count now and it’s a really important wish.

 

ROBBIE

How important?

 

MILLY

Really, really important.  I’ve been saving this wish until I saw a really pretty star. It’s same thing I ask my Mom and Dad whenever I’m lonely.  They always gimme the same answer too, “We’re sorry Milly but we can’t do that for you right now.”

 

ROBBIE

Gee Milly, I’m sorry.  I just wanted to know what you were gonna wish for.

 

MILLY

I can’t tell you.  I can’t tell anyone ‘cause then it won’t come true.

 

ROBBIE

Oh yea, I forgot.  Sorry.

 

MILLY

It’s ok.  Now, shush.

 

(MILLY closes her eyes again and returns to her wish.  SHE holds onto the railing and rocks back and forth repeating her wish to herself).

 

MILLY

“I wish I had a sister.”

 

ROBBIE

You done yet?

 

MILLY

Yup.

 

ROBBIE

Think it’ll come true?

 

MILLY

I hope so.

 

ROBBIE

(bored and getting hungry)

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Come on let’s go back to my house.  I hid some of the cookies Mom baked under my pillow so Tony can’t get them.

 

MILLY

Ok.

 

(They leave the balcony, ROBBIE exits first.  MILLY returns to the railing and looks up at the sky).

 

MILLY

(whispers)

I hope you come true.

 

END SCENE

 

SCENE 2

 

(Sunday morning.  MILLY is in her living room watching cartoons and eating Cap’n Crunch out of a cereal box.  She looks through the door to her balcony and listens to the new baby birds chirping in the nest of her neighbor’s tree.  Not paying attention, she gets up to get a drink and accidentally knocks the box of cereal over.  Crunch berries roll under the couch).

 

MILLY

Uh oh.

 

(She crouches down and tries to clean up the spilled cereal.  Her tiny hands fumble around underneath the couch and hit something big and hard.  It feels like a book.  She pulls it out).

 

What’s this?

 

(MILLY blows the dust off and opens the photo album to find pictures from when she was a baby.  The first page is glued to another.  MILLY pulls them apart and discovers a small picture of a sonogram with her parent’s names on it.  There are two blurry circles in the picture).

 

END SCENE

SCENE 3

 

(ROBBIE is in his kitchen making a glass of chocolate milk.  The phone rings).

 

ROBBIE

Hey Milly.  Sure, I’ll be over in a second.

 

(ROBBIE enters MILLY’s house and finds her on the living room floor, her back towards him.  For moment, he hesitates before moving towards her.  His Etnies sneakers cause the carpet to creak, breaking the silence in the room and causing MILLY to turn around).

 

MILLY

Jeez Robbie!  You scared the snot outta me!

 

ROBBIE

I’m sorry Milly.  I didn’t wanna bother you.  You looked so quiet just sitting there.

 

MILLY

Because of this.  Here, look.

 

(shows ROBBIE the picture)

 

ROBBIE

What’s this?

 

MILLY

I think it’s a baby picture.  Like when the baby is in the Mommy’s tummy.

 

ROBBIE

Oh, so then it must be you.  Look your parents’ names are right there.

 

MILLY

Yea but look closer.

 

ROBBIE

(takes the picture from MILLY and holds it close to his face.  His face changes shape as he squints and tries to focus his eyes on the image).

 

I just see two blurry looking circles.

 

MILLY

Exactly.  There are two circles.

 

ROBBIE

Sooo . . .

 

MILLY

So I’m an only child.

 

ROBBIE

That’s right.  There should only be one circle then.  Maybe it’s a mistake?

                                          

MILLY

Or maybe it’s not my picture.  Maybe that’s not me in my Mom’s belly.

 

ROBBIE

But your last name is on it, it has to be you.

 

MILLY

Maybe but…

 

ROBBIE

What are you gonna do?  Ask your Mom and Dad about it?

 

MILLY

No.  I mean, maybe. I dunno.

 

ROBBIE

If you do have a brother or sister then why would they keep it from you?  Maybe there’s a reason why they hid this picture.  They didn’t want to tell you.

 

MILLY

But why wouldn’t they tell me?  What happened?  If I do have a brother or sister where are they?  Lost?

 

ROBBIE

Beats me Milly.  But if there is another one of you out there, then you have a twin.  Isn’t that how it works?

 

MILLY

Yea but where are they?

 

ROBBIE

I dunno.  I think you should talk to your Mom and Dad about this.

 

MILLY

Orrrr we can figure it out ourselves.  Harriet the Spy and Nancy Drew were kid detectives and they figured out mysteries and stuff.

 

ROBBIE

I dunno Milly; I still think you should ask your Mom and Dad.  Grown ups know more than kids do.

 

MILLY

Why should I ask them?  What are they gonna do, huh?  Lie to me again?

 

ROBBIE

                            

You don’t even know if they are lying to you.

 

MILLY

Who’s side are you on anyways Robbie?

 

ROBBIE

Your side!  I just think you should let your parents know that you found this. 

 

MILLY

But why?  Grown ups keep things from kids all the time.  It’s never the other way around.  Well today that’s gonna change.  Now, let’s go watch Harriet the Spy and solve mysteries.

 

ROBBIE

But kids can’t really solve mysteries.  That’s only on TV.

 

MILLY

How do you know?

 

ROBBIE

Because we’re only nine Milly and we’re just two kids.  No one listens to us anyway.

 

MILLY

Well they’re gonna start.  I really need your help Robbie.  Are you in or not?

 

ROBBIE

(pauses for a long time to think about what he wants to do).

Fine.  But only if you promise not to get into trouble.  You’re my best friend Milly and I’ll always help ya, but we’re just kids.  There’s not a lot of stuff we can get our hands on.

 

MILLY

We won’t get into trouble.  And remember, maybe the wish I made last night will come true and I won’t have to worry about being an only child anymore.  Come on let’s get started.

 

(They sit on the couch and flip through the photo album looking for more clues.  ROBBIE is sitting next to MILLY.  SHE is focused on the pictures, HE is staring at her).

 

ROBBIE

This is different.

 

MILLY

Whatya mean different?

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ROBBIE

I mean you’re different Milly.

 

MILLY

(confused and defensive)

Huh?  How am I different?

 

ROBBIE

No, I didn’t mean it that way.  It’s just; you’re just, special.

 

MILLY

Oh.

ROBBIE

Yea.  Most nine-year-old girls wouldn’t be figuring things out own their own ya know.  They would just go to their parents for everything.

 

(she tries to understand what ROBBIE is saying but her attention is distracted by the sound of the front door opening).

 

END SCENE

 

SCENE 4

 

(The front door opens.  It is MILLY’s mother, MRS. DIANA WILKES.  She is on her cell phone with her therapist and goes over to give MILLY a kiss and says hello to ROBBIE by rubbing his shoulder.  Still on the phone, SHE doesn’t see what MILLY and ROBBIE are looking at and walks out on the balcony).

 

MRS. DIANA WILKES, 36, a lawyer who attends therapy sessions to help her cope with a decision she made nine years ago regarding MILLY.

 

MRS. WILKES

Thank you Dr. Johnson.  Goodbye.

 

(SHE hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath.  MILLY and ROBBIE notice HER re-entering the living room and freeze).

 

Hi sweetie, what are you looking at?

 

END SCENE

 

 

SCENE 5

MILLY

(nervously) Hi Mom.

(MILLY shoves the book under the couch as she motions to ROBBIE to start talking).

                                                                                                                                   

ROBBIE

Hi Mrs. Wilkes.  My Mom wanted me to tell you that she washed your casserole dish and is gonna bring it over later.

 

MRS. WILKES

Oh great.  Thank you Robbie.  I need that to make dinner tonight actually.  You’re more than welcome to stay.

 

ROBBIE

Thank Mrs. Wilkes but I ha-

 

(interrupted by MILLY hitting him)

Ow.  I mean I have to ask my Mom but I’m sure she’ll say yes.  Thanks.

 

MRS. WILKES

Good.  Milly hunny, I’ll be in my room folding clothes if you need me (Exits).

 

MILLY

Ok.

 

ROBBIE

Why’d you hit me?  I was gonna come back over later anyways.

 

MILLY

I’m sorry but I just wanted to make sure you were gonna stay.

 

ROBBIE

Of course I was gonna stay. I’ll always be here for you , Milly.

 

MILLY

(smiles sweetly)

Thanks Robbie.  I’ll always be here for you too.

 

ROBBIE

(smiles back and suddenly widens eyes)

Hey!  I think I know how to help you Milly.  Maybe it’ll help us start somewhere.

 

MILLY

Really?  How?

 

ROBBIE

 

My other sister Ariana works at a hospital on the other side of town.  We can call her and see if she can help.

 

MILLY

That’s a great idea!

 

ROBBIE

Yea! (pauses)  But how are we gonna get there?  I’m not allowed to cross the street without a grown up.

 

MILLY

Oh yea, me neither.  Hmm . . .

 

(MILLY and ROBBIE sit on her couch and think of how to get to the hospital on the other side of town.  The blaring siren of an ambulance is heard outside.  Intrigued by the sound, MILLY and ROBBIE relocate to the balcony where they were the night before.  They look across town and see the city bus a few blocks away from the park.  ROBBIE fumbles in his pockets.  MILLY notices the jingling and makes her own music by fishing out sixty-three cents from her overalls pocket.  They hold out their hands admiring the sun’s reflection off of the shiny coins, stare at each other and run back inside).

 

END SCENE

 

 

 

 

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Rain

Falling hard and soft,
like liquid glass.
Pitter, patter on a tin roof.
Tap, tap, tap on a window pane.
Puddled pools form tiny mirrors.
Reflections of past and present.
Wait for the future after the sun.

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A Little Poetry…

A few weeks ago, I went through all of my USB sticks and organized all of my poems, essays, etc. into folders on my computer. After going through some of my old work, I couldn’t remember if it was mine or not. So there I was googling my own work to make sure that it was mine and not copied from somewhere else. I forgot how decent my work was, how sad is that?

Here is one of my favorites. A little jump start into the cold weather perhaps? Enjoy.

 

The Moon

Painted picture in a lonely night sky.

Light the darkness with wonder.

Stars scatter,

make room for you.

Beautiful incandescent orb.

Enlightenment.

Light up the sky,

radiances of expectations.

Are you an illuminating mass most hollow?

Or filled to the brim with solid thoughts?

Are you happiest when standing still?

Or tickled when encircling the shadows?

Night most frigid and black.

Glassy and bitter cold.

The chill in the air,

warmed by your glow.

Between deceiving branches of winter’s trees,

you stare back at me.

Do you turn into the sun?

Or couple around the Earth?

You move too fast for me,

in between the poles.

Slow down for a moment.

Take a breath.

Stars realign along the horizon.

Collect and gather.

A fist of diamonds,

there has to be something more out there.

Autumn’s leaves dance and rustle beneath you.

Houses turn off nightlights,

lose the burn of streetlights.

We rely on you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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