Adam Bock’s A Life is a play about Nate Martin (Nat DeWolf), a gay man of a certain age. Directed by Rose Riordan, the play was commissioned by Portland Center Stage, workshopped at the 2014 JAW festival in Portland, and is now onstage in the Ellyn Bye Studio at Portland Center Stage at the Armory. This […]
A Life, acute clinical depression, Adam Bock, Astrology, coroners, Dana Green, death, depression, Ellyn Bye Studio, Gary Norman Cycerli Ash, Gay men, homophobia, JAW Festival, middle-age gay men, mortuary, Nat DeWolf, Portland Center Stage, Rose Riordan, West Coast Premiere“Is it now?” Guy (Michael O’Connell) asks. He is sprawled, half-dressed, in front of a wheelchair in a room that is empty save for some large boxes at the side of the stage. “I thought I had more time.” Lights out. The next time we see Guy, he is dressed and in the wheelchair, looking […]
death, Everyman, existentialism, Gretchen Corbett, grief, meditation, Michael O'Connell, monologue, Nikki Weaver, philosophy, Portland Playhouse, Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot, Wakey Wakey, Willl EnoToday’s entry is just a quick update on where I have been for the past several months. My last entry on October 10, 2010, was in memory of our son Ian. As I remembered him on this page I simultaneously was helping my companion and sweetheart, Patrick, through his last days on earth. Pat was […]
death, new year, writingIt means nothing unless you breathe in life, Exhaling warmth like the sun at low slant. —Ian Peterson-Nedry June 12,1977-October 2,1996 Fathers’ Day, 2002. My former-husband and I are walking downhill to the bottom of the original vineyard block, the one we purchased in 1980 and began planting in 1982. He […]
children, death, family