Prophets Four Profits presents: LOW MASS Pt 2 A reading with: Chelsea Coreen Sean Mega Desvignes Zev Gottdiener Lindsay Young Hosted by Tom Charles Bair III Sunday, 3 July at 8pm Molasses Books: 770 Hart St, Brooklyn.
Johnny would say nothing; concerned he would be taunted by his older brothers Leny One N and polio-legged Tommy Tom Tom who told him he didn’t have a for real birthday like other humans did. They resented Alice informing their father that day when four-year-old Johnny had discovered the father’s eighty proof bottle of Strega […]
Dressed-to-the-nines rose-fresh theatre. Jedward cradle themselves In a pomp-splash box. The snorty edge flurries this raised curtain. ‘Rites Of Spring,’ blurts gabbley lips. The twins dislocate nerves. Bob-up canes, set-against fans in an uproar.
Anne Boleyn disentangles prompts On the Washeteria’s speech bubbles. Self-run gearing is eco-affirmative. Her duvet and pillows outline jauntiness Quickened by a hyperallergic gargle, Phosphate deficient. The dizzy-bouquet whiff Spins and hour into memory.
Foot-long tresses, plum and tangerine blouse, Ink-smudge breeks – Admiral Horatio Nelson struts. Carnaby St. is a kinetic three blocks. In Lord John’s portal he rib-digs Joe, Land-pirate to a clutter of pharmacies, Shopping list: four honeypots – French Blues. Currency for peacocks is revels or frills.
A fault-line deforms the lark’s sunrise. Frisco unpents itself, shop-soiling a minute. Gloating flames cackle for days. Survivor tents fidget on city-plan lawns. In a leap-the-queue food line Kermit the frog recovered his whereabouts At the brink of intact terrain.
Circus Book in conjuction with Wombat Theatre Co present THE POETS WERE LIARS A vaudeville reimagining of poetry, word, and song by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel. Directed by Kristen Tomanocy Edited by Tom Bair With Meghan Tynan Mary Anne Rojas Chris Milea Music by Aaron Hochman May 23 8pm May 24 8pm The Red […]