|
blog de
Dan Trujillo
(a playwright)
serving
continental breakfast
about
contact
site feed
coming events
SHORT FILMS:
the rookie
the homunculus
Burton Goldberg
Dept of Dramatic
Plugging
presents:
EARLY POE
by Dan Trujillo
directed by
Charles Metten
disease, insanity,
blood, poetry:
Poe's turned
thirteen.
Aug 16, 17, 30
2007
part of the
New American
Playwrights Project
@ the Utah
Shakespearean
Festival
Cedar City, UT
click here
OREGON
LITERARY
REVIEW
featuring
THE DOG
by Dan Trujillo
collection of
literature,
hypertext,
art, music,
and hypermedia
to read
LINKS
theatre weenies
laura axelrod
tim bauer
patrick brennan
isaac butler
sheila callaghan
james comtois
david cote
alison croggan
charles deemer
fists with your toes
brian flemming
matthew freeman
jason grote
maya gurantz
adam gwon
sarah hammond
happier man
ian w. hill
george hunka
mead hunter
joshua james
matt johnston
lucas krech
meron langsner
david lawrence
dorothy lemoult
alex lewin
tom loughlin
mike mariano
rob matsushita
scott mcmorrow
mr. excitement
qui nguyen
playgoer
mac rogers
patrick shearer
noah smith
e hunter spreen
adam szymkowicz
trish and harold
enrique urueta
terry teachout
violet vixen
malachy walsh
scott walters
kyle t. wilson
sometime
theatre weenies
for myself and strangers
josh hates you
the amateur gourmet
the daily kirk
fancy robot
thank zeus
they're not
theatre weenies
operation: reisman
andres dubouchet
brian sack
todd levin
b-may
mighty girl
belle ambrose
kronda adair
weenie org blogs
culturebot
theatreforte
working group theatre
stolen chair theatre company
handcart ensemble
theatre 2k
no blog, but weenies
patty jang
anne de mare
mark farnen
edward crosby wells
gary garrison
dawson moore
matt casarino
all material copyright 2007 Dan Trujillo. All rights reserved.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Sock It To Me
As I crossed Houston Street, I saw the small woman in the pink blouse eyeing the street in predator fashion. I passed close to her, and her hand shot out to hail a spotted taxi. She clocked me across the face. With a wisp of an apology, she dashed for it, not bothering to look back at me massaging my chin.
Things I hope happen to her:
- She spots a taxi while she stands inside an orangutan exhibit.
- She spots a taxi while at the broken-glass wallpaper store.
- She spots a taxi that is driven by a man with a neurogical disorder that causes him to veer toward things that are pink and move suddenly.
- She spots a taxi while a nearby woman of similar ilk spots the same taxi, and their fists collide, and the other woman takes the shape of a bird, and the first woman takes the form of water, and she spills down the storm drain.
- She spots a taxi while playing poker, and her cards spill face-up all over the table, and she had a royal flush.
- She spots a taxi while falling into a black hole (deep space only).
- She spots a taxi while next to me again, only this time I catch her fist before it connects, and grip it tightly as I deliver a stern lecture about being aware of ones surroundings, while my daughter watches, so she knows her pops is not to be clocked anonymously.
|
