Stage Archive
This is the Stage archive page. Pieces are in reverse chronological order by publication date.
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The Tower of the Antilles
by Achy Obejas
13 January 2006VOICE 2:
The men went naked …
VOICE 3:
… casi siempre …
VOICE 2:
… for the most part.
VOICE 1:
The women frequently wore short skirts but breasts were generally bared.
VOICE 3:
Se aplanaban las frentes amarrĂ¡ndose un plato duro antes de que estuvieran formadas.
VOICE 1:
They flattened their foreheads by binding them with a hard plate …
VOICE 2:
… before they were fully formed.
VOICE 3:
This way their heads slanted, reflecting light back to the heavens.
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Writing As It Is Being Written (A play to be performed by five performers.)
by Greg Allen
14 October 20055&6&1&2&3:
I could be writing a play on the beach or in the bath
4:
or while getting a blowjob.
ALL:
I could be writing a play on the beach or in the bath or while getting a blowjob
5:
but I’m not.
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Two-Fisted Tales from the Four-Color City
by Jack Tamburri
27 May 2005I just picture him, flying through the window of his apartment or secret lair or whatever after a long night of crime…and he’s exhausted, he’s totally beat…had to force bank vaults and make guards shoot themselves all night…and he reaches up to take the helmet off so he can finally get some sleep…and all those voices scream at him at once…NO! Don’t take it off…without it, without US, you are nothing. Putting on that helmet was the only significant thing that guy ever did. I don’t think he ever takes it off.
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A Trumpet Sounds (A Play for Two Voices)
by Pablo Medina
9 March 2005Winter came and went.
Mother died of batrachosis.
Somebody sprinkled salt on her.
She bloated up, then bloated down
until there was only skin
and bones. She gave a final sigh
that went on all afternoon,
past dinner, into breakfast the next morning.
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rum & coke
by Carmen Peláez
9 March 2005What do you mean, don’t do hunger strikes in shifts? Oye, we’re here to protest the starvation of the Cuban people, not show how it’s done. There are eleven million people starving in Cuba and you expect us to starve ourselves voluntarily! Comunista! (Alicia crosses to chair) Asi mismo te lo digo! No, no, now you can go interview your grandmother.
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