This play about a pair of siblings who just buried their mother and are trying to keep their magic shop afloat in a gentrifying neighborhood plays with form and time and has several moments that I would love to see on stage to see how on earth they're pulled off. This play reads like poetry and is full of its own kind of magic.

In his latest work, Lloyd uses cosmic-inspired horror to portray grief and generational trauma with terrifying impact. While many of us come to realize that our parents aren't actually gods, protagonists Jodie and Clarence are forced to consider that their mother was something much more arcane, reframing their desires through the supernatural mess she's left for them to clean. The only problem with this amazing script is that I haven't been able to think of anything else since reaching its final page.

I feel like I've been reading a lot of plays lately about dying businesses in gentrified areas, but what makes this play special are the characters the writer's manipulation of time and space. Lloyd manages to tell what might seem like a familiar story through a unique and entirely theatrical lens. And the ending of this play is that perfect mix of surprising and inevitable. It is my ardent wish that this play receives a full production as soon as possible! I want to be the first in line to buy tickets.