Time takes time

I'll never know why
I'll never know how much
I'll never know what if

Moving through
Pushing through
Crawling through
Crying through

I'm told there's a light
Past this tunnel
I've seen it before
So it must be true
But it's hard to believe
In the darkest chamber
This tunnel goes for miles
Or does it?

I welcome that light
And my twinkling eyes
Can't force it
Can't rush it
Beat up
Beat down

Anger
Silence
Regret
Resentment
Mourning what never was
Fantasy You = awesome
Tender
Loving

Real You = ?

Anger.

Silence.

Surrender

Detachment

Perspective

My smile again.

What's that light?

Cleft chin

Don't see much of them lately
Not like yours
Almost like a cartoon
But sexy
Multi-racial face
So young
So.
Young.
I couldn't be old enough to be your mom
Could I?
Nah
I ain't that old
Am I?
What are you reading?
Where are you going?
Like the leather jacket
It suits you
Well.
Here I am
Across from you
Trying not to stare
Oh, this is your stop.
(Crap)
Enjoy your day
Tender vittle.

That's what I'm talkin' about

Lets101 - Dating Free Online

Haiku corner: Growth spurt

It's been quite a year
Can't quite grasp the lessons yet
But they sure are huge

I've been so busy
I don't know what's happening
Outside of my world

Reassurance is
Something I must give myself
Only from within

I understand grief
The being fine then sobbing?
I must embrace it

I feel so different
I've become the butterfly
Pretty and naive

Why do I check out?
Everybody waits for me!
Get it together!

Rose-colored glasses
You forced me to rip them off
What do I do now?

Once I bared my soul
I felt much closer to you
Could finally sleep

You are teaching me
Whatever I need to learn
School is in session

Can it really be
The things I always wanted
I don't want at all?

Has HE been at rehearsal?

I'm used to getting spam e-mails telling me how I can enlarge my penis. Who doesn't want to enlarge their penis? So, I get these e-mails a lot. But not until today had I received an e-mail actually from Penis. MY penis? You know when your actual penis starts sending you an e-mail you need to pay attention. The subject line was "better performance." Maybe my penis is telling me how to be more truthful in my acting? Hm.

Where in the world...?

You may have noticed my absence. You may not have. Regardless, I'm fine. I'm healthy, I'm happy. In fact, seeds I've sown from years past feel like they're finally coming to fruition. So, I guess I'm busy living my life and writing less about it. However, here are two things that have been taking up my time lately. One is a plug, and the other is just a sad fact.

Firstly, I officially start rehearsing next week for an amazing play called BEAST. It's written by the legendary Michael Weller, directed by the incomparable Jo Bonney, and boasts a cast of heavy hitters including Raul Aranas, Jeremy Bobb, Lisa Joyce, Logan Marshall-Green, Larry Pine, Corey Stoll, and yours truly. It runs at the New York Theatre Workshop from August 29th through October 12th.

Click here for detailed ticket prices and info.

Click here for the official press release describing the play.

Secondly, in the beginning of June I succumbed to the latest global block party phenomenon affectionately known as Crackbook. Yes, folks. One of the reasons you hardly see me anymore is because I'm busy commenting on photos of people I haven't seen in years, checking up on what they're saying they're doing at any given moment, "sending cupcakes" to people, and instant messaging ("stalking" would be too harsh a term) people who are online at the same time I am! I'm on there a lot. In fact, when I start rehearsing eight hours a day next week, like, what am I gonna do? Create art? Have a life? Okay, I guess those are good things. But it's nice to have the Crackbook in the meantime.

I hope you, dear reader, are having a wonderful day.

"Last year? At theater camp...?"

It's early Sunday morning and I've just concluded a four-day "retreat" away from the city, where theater luminaries gather to develop new plays. I cannot wipe the silly grin off my face. I mean who, I wondered, was possibly turning the wheels in Manhattan when all the movers and shakers were here in this little town up north, where there's only one watering hole and a bunch of us strangers living together, sharing a bathroom and kitchen? I've met the friendliest, most passionate group of people I've met in awhile, and I look forward to going back home with this gift, of lending my talents to something bigger than myself and making friends along the way. When I sit and think about it in the familiarity of my daily surroundings, I'll marvel at how the events of my whole life prior led up to these four days, and how these four days will lead to the next chapters.

Sodium bicarbonate

Have you ever pondered baking soda?
Let's. Shall we?

I picked some up today in the baking aisle so I can make some scones.

However, for a mere 99 cents for a 16-ounce box, I can choose to also:

* Clean my counter tops if I mix it with water.

* Keep my food fresher in the refrigerator, by just having an open box sit in it.

* Brush my teeth. I know!

* Freshen my kitty's litter box by sprinkling it on the floor of the box under the litter.

* Help stabilize the pH in my swimming pool water. I am not making this up, people.

How does one chemical compound act as a cleanser and is safe to ingest all at the same time? I would never think to brush my teeth with the same thing I sprinkle in Oscar's litter box. But baking soda? It does it all. Brilliant. Of all earth's resources, this is one of the best ones ever.