MF 2020
thought-provoking drama and fiction



    Full Length
        The Satyricon
        Volpone a new version

    One Act
        Casanova Dreaming

    One-Man / Woman
        Angel (m)
        Ben and Joe's (m)
        Los Feliz (m)
        Now We Are Pope (m)
        Sunset (f)
        Tadzio Speaks . . . (m)

    10 minutes
        The Report


Performing Rights


        The Butterfly's Wing

    Short Stories
        First and Fiftieth
        A Sense of Loss




He is not handsome,  but his nose and jaw are strong and sweat drips down

his cheeks from his damp and dark hair. He has no expression, is as unseeing as

if hypnotised or drugged or mindless. His chest is strong and the  sweat  flows  

down, down, over the hollow of his stomach to be absorbed by the  band  of

white. There his sex is veiled, virginal, vigilant. He has the legs of a runner and  

when he turns I can see the ripple of his backbone, the dancing shoulder-blades

and lean hollows of his hips. I want to take him, to have and to hold him, to

kiss and lick and stroke and arouse. He would be mine to make as I wish and

yet he would never change. He would listen and learn and yet be my teacher.  

He would lie in my bed, our bed, and be made love to, he would overpower me

and make me his. We would fight and forgive, leave and live and love each

other. He is everything I desire, he is my desire and he is here before me, he is

here for me.

Discotheque - Four Voices in A Sense of Loss

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