The sporadic ramblings of Emily C. A. Snyder - devoted to God, theatre, writing, and much randominity.

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Location: New York, New York, United States

Artistic Director and Co-Founder of TURN TO FLESH PRODUCTIONS. | Author of "Nachtstürm Castle," "Niamh and the Hermit." | Playwright: "Cupid and Psyche," "Math for Actors." | Classical director and educator.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Raindrops on roses

And bags 'neath my eyes
Mishaps at practice
And brains that are fried
Brown paper lunch bagses
Strewn 'cross my room -
All of these signs
That the winter play looms....

Splinters - trees - blunt swords unblunting - knees bending in scissorkicks - toes that won't point - sports sports sports - three and a half dances left to go and bits of all the others - plug in new folk old folk sport folk sick folk - keys locked inches beyond reach - and a car engine that decided to give up on the way back home - and another, lent, that stalls, sputters and dies at green lights when one is late to work due to unseasonable frost.

Dear God...Amen.

Mood: *flop*
Music: Nada
Goodness is: Sue R. coming in and putting all of life in perspective. Thank God for wise women who minister through their very being!


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