I write plays that are small and scrappy or big and messy.

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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.

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Queer, millennial, deep-fried, dumpster-fires fueled by camp, horror, pop-culture, and poetry.

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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

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For all the official stuff, check out my bio.

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