Plays, stories, poetry now available in print…
POETRY
It wasn’t raining
so I had a spare umbrella
I was sad
the sun shines brighter on wet grass
I couldn’t say why
I [pinned a sparrow to a tree
with my umbrella
through the heart
I didn’t know
Steve / Bellwood
Man with Words
We must write as we speak.
Autobiographical narrative, fanciful story-telling, and scatological commentary on the human condition.
Upcoming Show:
“Shadow Man”
(That Old Bloke Who Lives Round the Corner…)
A darkly humored tale of betrayal, loss and fatal resolutions. Victim, perpetrator, innocent bystander, guilty party, haunted by the complexity of his own simplicity and the secret he’s buried in his Yorkshire backyard for years.
*Adapted from an original two-character one-act to a 60-minute monologue, which I can now play without make-up…
