Souls. This is not the telling of a love story in the making, but rather the tale of a long, long, romance in its completion. . . This being a love story, it would seem appropriate to here address the question of ; “What is Love?”…Is it spirit?..like a vision of religious ecstasy?...Is it emotion, like hate and jealousy?..Is it feeling, scent..taste or sound?...rather, I believe the best analogy for describing the physical existence of love, is like the grafting of a new shoot of a plant onto healthy stem stock.. as described in what follows : “ The art of grafting and budding involves joining parts of two plants (a scion and a rootstock) to grow as one, combining desirable traits like strong roots with tasty fruit, enabling clonal propagation for fruit trees and ornamentals, and restoring weakened plants, requiring compatible cambium layers to align and careful care to heal. . . “ yes, a joining of two souls to become as ...
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The Puppets of Maggie Meagher. A One act, One set play. Characters..: Bea (Beatrice)..Woman in mid-fifties, busy, efficient..she has a pencil behind her ear..she is writing on a sheath of paper. Scene : A meeting room, Bea stands facing the audience half-seated on a table, she has a stapled sheath of papers in her hands, there is a large table with half a dozen similar stapled sheaths of paper set at regular spaces around the table as if in expectation of more people to come to the room. Bea reads from the sheath of papers, then looks up to face the audience.. Bea : “ If you could imagine us all walking side by side toward a sunset, with our lives trailing away behind; a shadow drawn in perspective from the point of our birth. We are all facing the front so none of us really knows the substance of our neighbor’s ‘shadow’, and we can only make calculated guesses from facial expressions and mumbled half truths…Carl Jung…hrumph!…well,...
“Poor Cocky”. “Poor Cocky”. A one act, one set play. Characters.: George : Aged, local Cocky (farmer). Gary (Gazza)..Also aged, Another local farmer. Jamie (Jim)…Youth, around fifteen years old. Scene..: Inside a shearing shed, empty except for Gary and Jamie positioned at a wool-skirting table…there is the usual paraphernalia of a shearing shed scattered around..the scene is dark and gloomy, save for small shafts of sunlight spotted through nail-holes etc in the roof. Gary has a rifle in parts on a canvas sheet on the table..Jamie sits on the table watching Gary clean and reassemble the rifle. The door of the shearing shed clatters and grates open..A short, stocky farmer stands framed in the doorway..Gary and Jamie turn to stare at the man in the doorway… George : “Gazza!” Gary : “ Ah..it’s you George..come in come in..” George steps into the shed, nailholes of sunlight glitter the raised dust particles and bead ...