“Now the babies are crying, I must take them out to tea.” —The Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume II “April … More
Category: Drama
For Richer, For Poet
“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you … More
Diary: Theatre Debut
“Last night, I dreamt of making sense, parts of speech caught up in sheets and blankets, long strips of fabric … More