R. P. Singletary

Two characters occupy an otherwise-busy, modern-Midtown, full-o'-madness Atlanta street at an odd hour, fleeting. Wondering, who's at work, at this hour? Here.

A grandfatherly ghost and his namesake female grandchild make a certain rural peace with post-Pandemic life's end, as representatives of the country's major institutions –- church, state, and commerce –- gather nearby to settle the climate crisis for good, their long-needed work neither far away in place nor time, for us the hope at last.

On a day of many Epiphanies (Jan. the 6th), a family of three women comes to terms with their household of order, and along with that their places in an evolving nation-state's culture and politic on a day of spiritual and political import. (NOTE: This began as a ten-minute play for an Essential Theatre, Atlanta, event.)

On a day of (in)famy, a prone-to-senior-moment Senator pontificates with a wiser-than-should-be Intern. Bricks through the window thrown, they alternate between addressing and ignoring modern-day realpolitik (guns, abortion, fiscal and border rights), the Senator entertaining their voting audience of one, while sheltered-in-place until an aptly named (and dressed) Patriot arrives. But as we know, even one vote rightly [scratch that] correctly cast can make all the difference, yeah, yeah? The Patriot here exacts the power of the people upon this occasion, but what exactly does that even mean in a world where age-old definitions, like civility, are lost past mutual recognition's understanding?

A Georgia family across generations of Fourths of July comes to terms with reminiscences. On a simple, rundown playground full of differing memories of personal and shared history, they ponder, Have we, too, as a nation of states of mind lost the childlike healing ability to joke, and play?

A retired teacher meets a former student, just retired, and they confront the ghosts of truth and trust at the local Post Office, soon to be closed, deep in the modern American South.

Frustrated by aging, two longtime buddies -- male running enthusiasts -- reconnect over morning exercise, only to discover newfound stresses of life send them in opposite directions on the jogging path down South.

A middle-gen mother tries to maintain order across all gender-ations in her house this festive season.

"Fraternity inflamed learns once more to love."
SYNOPSIS: A middle-aged, gay American man living overseas receives a box of ashes from his dead brother, prompting his life partner to help him release the lingering heat of a fraternal-feud's simmering flame.

Two Americans (Bluegrass Babies, actually), on summer holiday in Britain, stop in at a local pub and wax poetic about heady issues: real causes for the States' Revolution, myth of Nessie, need for sport, need for liquor, etc. Nothin' but good vibes.

Two characters bemoan the trying realities of rural sprawl invading their country, lifestyle, and family with the helpful wisdom of an understanding Narrator.

A one-act surrealist adventure (at home) for listening family. “Change, adapt, live free or die, or transform or or or? And what do we recognize then: Ourselves, our home, what place for memory? When will we remember (to be) our better selves? That, yes with our own help, we do likely remain, live in, but the best possible of worlds.” Questions asked by two voices and a multitude of echoes in a new world all too familiar of old sounding.

A therapist and a patient strip out the non-essentials from their relationship, literally and metaphorically.

What is Left after all other wrongs have been Righted across our arbitrary and self-judging historical slicing of humanity? In the midst of their sports-crazed Southern college campus, two extraterrestrial beings posing as academic librarians examine their own fragile demographic boundaries in between reshelving of books (and argument among otherwise equals) on yet another big Game Day late in the season. What's the magic formula for a good life?

While cooking for a make-or-break dinner, two friends come to terms with the true nature of their restaurant. Um, relationship.

A One-act Spooky Play of Honest Self-discovery. PERHAPS, in monologue fashion.
Coping with the final stages of illegal drug's withdrawal, a patient makes peace with a demon.

An old place searches for renewed relevance amid truer self, as a Charleston ghost, a tourist, a real estate agent, and some ancient auctioneer battle for a city's soul. Set to Wesleyan hymnody in the public domain, this musical play borrows from the legacy of brothers Charles and John Wesley, leaders in the 18th-century Methodist revival movement within the Church of England. John in particular voiced abolitionist sentiment in his "Thoughts upon Slavery" pamphlet.

Two students bump into one another on an American college campus and before they part ways, have begun to question not only lack of Civility but Constitution in these uncertain U.S. times of ours...'we the people' means what exactly these days?

Two siblings come to terms about old issues with the approaching death of their sole surviving parent.

Lights up on VISITOR admiring a painting at the Harwood Museum of Art. Mumbling, VISITOR walks around to examine the artwork from side to side, top to bottom, near then far, then up-close again.

An aging thespian finds new joy in later life after parting ways with their ex-, who has replaced them in the theater.

A grandparent and grandchild encounter a truer meaning of Christmas together.

Monologue. A ghostly gay Marine of the American Deep South, having gone back to an ex-, comes to terms years later with how some people -- their friends and fears -- never change.

Two friends learn about themselves, while musing on travel, global warming, and joking of real and imagined continents, amid the change unending during their befriended years of “later” life.