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i write plays.
I write plays that are small and scrappy or big and messy.
I take society's skeletons out of the closet, throw some skin on them, treat them to happy hour at Chili's (bottomless chips and salsa-ranch for $2), and end the night with a tour of the neighborhood bathhouse.
Queer, millennial, deep-fried, dumpster-fires fueled by camp, horror, pop-culture, and poetry.
A kaleidoscopic clash of caffeine, history, pornography, violence, pop-culture, myth, and magic.
Characters trapped in a confused landscape muddled with the taste of the American South; the feel of Appalachia; the blinding desert heat of the Wild West; and the lyricism of Latin America
For all the official stuff, check out my bio.
birdie's pit stop
[and the tribe of queers that fucked everything up]
PLAYS IN PROESS
THROUPLE, THROUPLE, THROUPLE
the shed, the fire, & what we found in the ashes
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