The purest, only true form of acting
Is for a man to play as a woman,
And for woman to play the role of man.

While I sat in Père Lachaise one cold day,
Looking at the monuments of the dead,
These high-rises of excess for evermore,
Crumbling, crumbling because that’s what things do,
A butterfly landed on my clenched hands.

I’m happy to introduce my newest play, “Dies.” It’s a one-act comedy about 4 actresses trying out for the part of Juliet and one method director who focuses on the death in Shakespeare and not the life.