I’m a playwright.

I’m a playwright who doesn’t want to warm your heart or hook you with some toe-tappin’ feel-good song that you can hum as you skip away from the theatre. Plenty of folks can do that. I’d rather see you stagger out a little bloody, a tad queasy, a bit worse for wear. I’m fine if you leave with more questions than answers, because the more you question, the more you engage. You become part of the process. I don’t even care if you like the process; I just care that perhaps, in my imperfect world, theatre makes some difference in your life.

Want entertainment? See any Marvel flick; they’re not that bad, honestly, and a lot of shit blows up. Personally, though, I’d rather blow YOU up. Metaphorically, of course.

It’s odd. People seem to want the warm and familiar with their theatre. Known quantities. Tried-n-true. Christmas plays. Arbor Day plays. Million-dollar musicals based on cartoons. If I thought that was all theatre could offer, I’d pour my time, tears and energy down some other hole. But I don’t think that. I know that theatre can be fresh, provocative, incendiary, seditious, transgressive -- in other words, goddamned interesting. That’s what I aspire to write. And that’s what I hope to offer an audience, every time. You may not like it, but you sure as hell won’t forget it.