Carmen High

Music Selections from Carmen GEORGE BIZET   Alcoholic Kisses – LILY CAMPBELL            Almost Sixteen –   LILY CAMPBELL Hand Me Down – LILY CAMPBELL Hitchhiker – LILY CAMPBELL Needle in a Haystack – KENDRA HARRIS The Clown – LILY CAMPBELL                                                                                          So whaddya do when you can’t get through Just don’t know what to do. Cuz you don’t shop Learn More

Willy Holtzman

Willy Holtzman is an American playwright and screenwriter, often focusing on theatrical representations of actual historical events. Holtzman has received two Pulitzer Prize nominations, a Humanitas Prize, a Writers Guild Award, a Peabody Award, as well as an HBO Award at the National Playwrights Conference.  Willy Holtzman‘s plays include The Morini Strad (City Theatre, ATCA Steinberg Best Learn More

Like Water Off A Duck’s Back

…from the Memoirs of Sandria Verisma “Sandria Verisma emerges through one of many trap doors as a properly earthy Hostess.” –Homily Panther, Orkney Times Ah, opera,Circumstantial,Anecdotal,Large emotionOften expressedVulnerably… Orkney Opera, Prokoviev’s Opera, The Fiery Angel. Fellow-apprentices working at a famous East Coast Summer Opera Festival balked at the thought of international opera in Orkney but chalked Learn More


touch to be with you there, at that place of long aheadsbut rejected assurances,of declamatory incertitudeincautious and luxuriant, found emptiness brightly blooming. nothing presses  nor expectsnor projectswithin our time, within time,  within  confident un-absolutes,unspoken un-promises,treading lightly forward.that which is tenuous stays fresh.the comfort lies inblind embracesreaching out sleepilyin night-time placestouchonly touch.

The Bones of Trees

The Bones of Trees The split of earth and sky  blurs in greys as we tilt toward sunlight and hope. The there and back– slate-coloured,  tarmac black.  Dogs pull on leads,  worn red, crossing streets without caution, but panting smiles.  Memorials like seeds, staked by tipping monuments not ours to keep but read. For a Learn More


What once were todays.A woman, lithe past my body’s comprehension,standing square, yet in imperceptible motion,sways. Her face wears pride and delight,a moment within a moment,a moment gone, yet resonant.Her friends wear smiles equally bright. People were different then,or are we so changed?So angry, so disarranged?How and when? The woman? My mother. Dark brown hair cut Learn More