CONFESSION ZERO

it's simple, really, much easier than a two or three act and considerably easier than a one-act or a ten-minute play it's not a big production requiring weeks of rehearsal or props to find in the dark or an x as mark to stand upon so that the light can at last find you in mid-soliloquy no set crafted in passionate hues or foreboding levels no trap doors to suddenly appear or whisk you away no big dance numbers or jugglers or extras milling about no orchestra or audience roaring a standing ovation it's so very simple, it's not complicated, not in the least I'm sorry © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Imagine this life as moving across the open sky- starlight tracing such bright faces, briefly felt comets. Innumerable grains of light tumbling in an hourglass of moments, frames in motion toward hope, building blocks of atoms uniting to paint children, breathing tributes of soft-skinned vessels, dreaming truths, humble creatures in agreement with the stars nodding along with Creation and our place in the mystery. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Oh God this wind it speaks to me, more like moves through me, it's message disguised as the story, the wind tells our story, Birdsong, rain, child, let us lift our heads and begin the climb. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime