Recommended by Scott Sickles

In this play, Alles raises a deeply important question: Which bee, or BEES, are you???

Even in the imagination, the piece pops with color! Not just yellow and black, either. Whatever the colors of joy are to you, that's how your mind will see it. Amidst the playful theatricality and instructional folding, there is a wonderful progression of hope, ambition, frustration, defeat, determination and ecstasy. I'd love to see this one stage. I smiled all the way through reading it. A Delight indeed!

Usually when a romantic story prompts this much nausea, it's a bad thing. Not this time! Indeed, the title does not lie. It is about newfound intimacy, head lice, and how each can affect the other. The dialogue is sublimely down to earth, the characters supremely relatable, and the story stealthily emotional - especially Matt's matter-of-fact remembrance of a lost childhood friendship. Bray has fashioned a swoony, itchy, sweet, and icky triumph of antiromantic romanticism!

Jarred Corona has the face of an angel. And a wicked, wicked mind.
Here he not only gives us attracting opposites but beings both heavenly and infernal that diametrically defy expectations. You'll see what I mean. This unholy dalliance is sexy, kinky, adorable, and raunchy in equal measure, both in turns and simultaneously. I haven't seen anything this gloriously blasphemous and sacrilegious since PREACHER! I may have to read it again!

Dickens Schmickens! Christmas isn't the only holiday where spirits show up and lecture us! There's also Shabbos, or "the Sabbath", that only comes around every Friday night. It's a day of rest, contemplation, and discussion. What better time for a ghost to find you home and chatty! This is a grand visit from a buoyant grandpa to his uptight boychik Benjamin. Not a lot of time travel here but so what? The lessons passed on should be learned at home in the now. [1/27/25]

i do not talk to people at the airport. But on the rare occasions when someone starts talking to me (and we aren't complaining) it's generally pleasant. We learn about the small things that are important to us. The true heroes of an airport are the gate agents. They deal with so much bullshit from the people I don't talk to. This play gives us two wayward travelers even I would enjoy, a gate agent by which all should be measured, and the small things they love. Make it so, indeed! [1/27/25]

Now I know what a work ham is. (Exactly what it says it is!)
Cathro gives us two charming relatable marrieds engaging in effervescent banter over said work ham... until that banter reveals a less charming yet unfortunately still relatable side to one of them. It's great narrative sleight of hand, delivering an important message and a necessary reminder to review and renew our humanity.
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One-minute/one-page plays are meant to be snapshots, capturing crucial moments, be they epiphanies, relationships, and turning points. This one does all of that with color and economy, managing a heartfelt gun punch in nearly no time at all. Bravo! [1/5/24].

O, what a spectacle I nearly made of myself reading this aloud (quietly and unobtrusively) whilst being made breathless whilst hiding both gales and squeals of laughter evoked by the glorious precision of the dialogue and the sheer outrageousness of the stage directions in both deed and word, not to mention the politics, satire, fantasy, and smut, all whilst sitting next to a baby at my local Paris Baguette. This magnificent creation respects and pleasures us AND remembers the gummies! [1/1/25]

A gatling gun of political satire that coats its darkness in Christmas colors and renegade comic book conceptualizations that hits every target with bloodthirsty precision. (Make no mistake: this is not THAT Swamp Thing and there will be consequences if you say it is!) Niether Santa nor Jesus is entirely safe as the newly Great America, and if they're not, then neither are we.
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Perhaps you, like me, misread the title, both acutely and obtusely, then ultimately rightly. When you read it correctly, it makes so much more sense but that's math for you. I love this teacher. I love how the student's annoyingness is directly proportional to the validity of their annoyance. There are a few angles at play here, all of them adding up to sharply defined shape, especially when outside variables are introduced to the equation. And who doesn't love having class outside? [1/1/25]