Reviews, rants & poetry

Two rocks  i  We are two rocks,  lying in the middle of the ocean bare,  a defect of nature.  hard and firm, far-reaching the bottom of the sea, you are.  weak like the soapstone,  thrown into confusion at the waves of the sea,  I am.  what shall become of us?  shall we cause shipwrecks?  shall we be removed to the house of the sculptor with magical hands?  or shall we be left here to lie unharmed?  untouched?  with the breeze caressing our rough-edged rigid structure,  scarred by the gentle waves of the sea's goodbyes,  that never seem to end?  or shall we be cast away like the mountain  triggered by the mustard seed of the faithful Christian?  of these, I worry  as we stare at the stars alone this night.  in pleasures painfully conceived but greatly appreciated  smiling at the constellations,  wishing to be free,  not caged,  in the midst of these troubled water...

photo credit: Sundance.  “I yelled at him,  You have to start working, if you can’t be happy at least, you can do well.  He screamed at me, I don’t want to be happy, I don’t want to do well.  Why? I yelled. Why? Then we were screaming at each other. We were both so sad and we were afraid. I don’t know why, but then he said,  get out before I hit you, get out before I beat the shit out of you. I swear to God, it was terrifying. I went to my room and then I locked the door. Gail! I wished I had let him. I wish I had said, okay, hit me. You hit me sweetheart for as long as you would ever need. Because then, I would have known. I would have known who he truly was.”  A debut of film writer/director, Fran Kranz released in January 2022 by Bleecker Street, MASS stars Jason Issacs, Ann Dowd, Martha Plimpton, and Reed Birney as parents who agree to meet at a neutral venue, an episcopalian church, six years after a tragedy involving the murder of the child of one...