Andrew Claxon is throwing a party for Grandad Claxon’s 150th birthday as a last-ditch effort to finally get the higher-ups at his company to notice him. His plan might just work since Grandad IS the corporation's founding father. If only Andrew’s wife can successfully navigate re-re-applying for her own job, and their daughter will stop mystery-blogging, while neighbors desperately flood into their home because of nearby rampages and plumbing explosions. And did we mention the Guatemalan Flu that makes house pets spontaneously combust?
THE FAMILY CLAXON is an insane romp into the absurdity of life in our communally duct-taped home.

"People disappear, the image in the cup disappears, you can’t ever fully put your weight on anything or anyone, atoms rearrange, nothing is constant... and the best you can hope for is to achieve a moment of perfection -- a perfect latte maybe... and then disappear."
All of life’s mysteries will be revealed in the Steamed Bean Coffee House, at the hands of barista extraordinaire Alex. She is the master of her mellowing parents, tensing roommates, imploding bosses, and desperate regulars. But what no one but Alex seems to get is that our jobs, our world itself – nothing is constant. And if it’s all moving at the speed of espresso steam, what is there to commit to? The trick is to just touch perfection… and move on.
Except… there is this boy… silver artist Christopher... who may, just may, be worth a “yes” instead of a “maybe”… but what would that do to the delicate ecosystem of the coffee shop?
Not to mention Alex’s quest for the holy grail of dark roast… The Perfect Latte…

“Wincingly funny, playwright Eric Coble pours a cup of youthful freedom in ‘A Girl’s Guide to Coffee’... It's a testament to Coble that the things Alex says sound like the caffeinated musings of a flesh-and-blood twentysomething, not a sitcom parody of a hipster spouting post- grad speak…” ​-- Cleveland Plain Dealer
“A delightful evening of theatre... Coble has the ability to take a minor incident and translate it into an amusing, yet meaningful theatrical experience.” -- CoolCleveland.com
“Both tender and achingly funny, what makes Coble’s play more than a steady stream of laughs is its piercing honesty. “ ​-- Cleveland Jewish News
“A charming new hit... Coble turns the coffee-shop atmosphere into a philosophy of life” -- West Side Leader
“The furious, funny work is an insightful cutting criticism of our consumerist, text-addicted age” ​-- Cleveland.com
“Coble uses coffee as a skillfully brewed metaphor in this smart, funny, and poetically written comedy” ​-- The Akron Beacon Journal

"In retrospect, I think our bed frame might have been the beginning of the end.
It seems possible, doesn’t it, that you can tell life’s journey by how portable your bed is?"
Alexa is a brilliant visual artist. Or she was. Now she works on ads for Panda Buffet and futon stores. While also juggling her children, husband, parents. And what may or may not be the end of Earth's atmosphere. But all that was Before. Now she's circling in on what's changed, what she's lost and whether her art can once more save her and just possibly all of humanity.

Stranded On Earth is a poetic labyrinth of a monologue about the cost of putting down roots and the cost of exploding free.

“A lyrically beautiful, sensitive drama” -- Rochester Democrat and Chronicle
“Deep and poetic... Not only uplifting, but thrilling” -- Artes Magazine
"Sublime... Coble's marvelously evocative script uses its gorgeous language to paint the air with pictures. -- Cleveland Plain Dealer
“Mesmerizing.... A deep, fascinating world for the audience to explore” -- Broadwayworld.com
“Coble fuses together originality and imagination in such an effective, brilliant and absolutely captivating way it will take your breath away.” --Boise Highlights
“ ****. One minute the audience is laughing, the other gasping ....Thoughtful, Funny, Intense and Jarring.” --Fine Arts Examiner
“Coble can craft sentences that bristle and heave with such lush imagery that you just want to take a few and cuddle up with them over a glass of brandy.” --Scene Magazine

It's 1995 and Marjorie Preston's theatre is presenting "Rapture In America" on Friday.   The only problem is that her theatre is in a major southern city and the play features (bad) homosexuality and (worse) full frontal male nudity -- a full frontal 7 seconds of it.  And now the Mayor (who just wants to lure the Olympics to his city) is trying to close the theatre.  And now a brimstone-breathing pastor and a woman who counts the number of "fucks" in all her library books are breaking out the torches and pitchforks to burn the theatre down.  And now the actors are terrified and giving out cans of pepper spray as opening night gifts.  If they live that long.  And now the playwright is threatening to sue and the national media is descending and...
Southern Rapture (based on a true story) hilariously dives into the true meaning of art, commerce, censorship, and why it may matter that your costumer is a member of the He Is Risen Apostolic Tabernacle. 

A story of sex, drugs and sex-inducing drugs. Phil was living a relatively happily married life despite his complaints of his wife Maggie’s lack of interest in sex. Then she was diagnosed with Parkinson’s and life got better. At least their sex life.
Co-written with "Seinfeld" writer Marc Jaffe and based on a true story, this hilarious and touching one-man show explores how a disease changes not only the ill, but relationships and every other side effect of life.

Dawn. A young man wakes in a woman’s apartment, hungover. Clearly a one-night-stand with a stranger. What’s not clear is how he’s going to get out. The whole city has gone into lockdown in the hunt for a terrorist after a horrific bombing the day before.
Now these two who want nothing to do with each other must face not only the growing claustrophobia, but the deepening paranoia that they may not be who they seem. Who can you trust in a world of corrosive violence?