Recommended by Scott Sickles

A cacophonous symphony and or symphonic cacophony, a glorious eruption of words and feelings and beautiful details. One of the best "read you the riot act" monologues you will have the pleasure to read out loud or perform. Rip roaring fun and a complex character study about love, commitment, family, and deciding when enough is enough!

I was taught that the baby Jesus never cried.

I mean, come on...

Matthew Weaver has crafted an almost wordless but definitely not soundless exploration of motherhood - new and unexpected motherhood! - giving the reader a subjective treat and the actor an objective challenge. Part poem/part pantomime, it's a great physical acting experiment! Most of all, it creates a profoundly human glimpse at the early life of Jesus and Mary.

I don't think people in general think of what Jesus must have been like as a child. His mythos goes from manger to savior pretty quickly without taking much time to visit with the carpenter's kid.

That's why this perfect little monologue is so necessary. We see Jesus as a happy, carefree child, yet his parents are in on his destiny, which has already begun to slowly, almost innocently, close in around him. Weaver makes excellent use of subtle references to Jesus's life story, and lands the piece beautifully with a powerful turn.

A beautiful two-character, multi-cultural, multi-generational slice-of-life snapshot of New York City and The American Dream. The two characters seem not to be listening to each other, yet when it's important, it's clear that they've heard, at least on some level. The dialogue is at times poetic, always naturally rhythmic and emotionally resonant. The young woman's confusion is a perfect foil for the older Iranian man's determined joy.

Lovely roles for a young actress and an older Persian actor.

A spectacular rule breaker that's equal parts play and antidepressant. A deceptively complex, pure and simple joy!

For every Bert who has lived with an Ernie and vice versa, this is a play about Guys! Guys far apart on the Spectrum of Guys. Not boys and not quite men, but Guys!

There's barely a kind word said between them - mostly bitching and bravado - that makes the whole thing feel all the more true to life. These two dudes should not be friends or roomies which is why I believe that they are.

Highly entertaining and a cinch to produce!

Even if you, like me, have never seen Einstein on the Beach and, like me, never ever ever never will, you will still enjoy this sendup of material celebrated for its opacity and audacity that mocks those who savor clarity and sense.

Mr Bray satirizes plays for the tragic imperfections of their epic pretentions with a spoof that is perfectly pretentious in every way.

Do yourself a favor and read it aloud, SINGING!

I THOUGHT ASHER WYNDHAM WAS MY FRIEND! BUT HE HAS PURLOINED MY DIARY -- MY DEEPEST MOST PROFOUND FEELINGS OF LOVE -- AND PRESENTED IT HERE AS HIS OWN, ONLY CHANGING THE NAMES OF *SOME* OF THE CHEESES!!!

Okay, not really but still!

Oh my, could I relate to this joyous monologue! It's a wonderful ride, not only for the cheese lover, but for those who do not love cheese for if they read this aloud -- not just read but truly PERFORM it -- even just to themselves, they will understand our great, holy love of Cheese.

This is the vampire western you didn't know you needed but so so do! It cleverly begins in familiarity territory, smack in the middle of the Dracula narrative, then takes us far afield... and it's a helluva ride!

The script alone has tremendous atmosphere. The stage directions actively encourage creative staging and experimentation.

It has a great Hammer Films quality to it and, best of all, it's deliciously creepy.

All in ten pages!!!

A Rapunzel custom made for our times, when knowledge is still power but "information" is something else altogether. An effective, concise, and very funny examination of how technology influences what we think we know, no matter who or how aware we are.