Recommended by John Busser

Hey, it's a Christmas miracle! A Jacquie Floyd play I didn't know was here, but now is found. For a play about recycling and finding new value in someone's discarded items, nothing about this play feels like I've heard it all before (EXCEPT Jacquie's trademark humor. That's always welcome). I loved the quick banter-y feel to the dialogue. When the characters make it feel like there are multiple conversations overlapping each other, the results are a delight. In the end, everyone got something out of this. So will the audience. I'll take this one rather than leave it.

Oh man, was THIS play something I could relate to! Lainie Vansant certainly has her finger on the pulse of the modern day job search. The Catch-22 of trying to get work without experience is a nightmare we've all experienced at one time or another. But Lainie doesn't stack the deck against Joey so much that we hate the bosses. They all come across as real people. Joey just has the bad luck of not being the greatest interviewee. And that's another thing we can all relate too. This play should have universal appeal.

If only we could all have a friend like Auden. In two short minutes, Ruben Carbajal provides not only his characters with love and comfort, but the audience as well. I defy anyone seeing this not to be moved by this piece. Just terrific.

I got sucked in right away to what I THOUGHT was going to be a fun subversion of the Barrie tale, but swiftly turned into a heart-wrenching tale of growing up and the things we try to hold on to but can't. Times and people change and as much as we don't want them to, it's inevitable. Wendy's longing for Peter and his rejection of her (even as he attempts to use her for his own purposes, the dick) have such an authentic feel. Who among us hasn't felt that sting? A sadly beautiful play by Haygen-Brice Walker.

I'm sure we'd find it much easier to blame this play on an overindulgence on the very melatonin gummies Philip Middleton Williams talks about in this play, but he's a far better writer than that. I had the pleasure to take part on a reading of this hysterical play about sleep, artistic creation and how our muses can come from some unexpected bottles-- I mean, places. I had a blast reading this, and I bet an audience would have an even better time watching it.

Probably the most relatable play I've ever read. We ALLLLLLLLLL run into this issue. I don't know anyone who hasn't. What would be fun to see staged is letting each production come up with their own elaborate choreography for the actual turn on of the faucet. Definitely a fun one for the physicality alone. And the ending is the perfect cherry on top.

The history of this country is replete with stories of antisemitism. This was one I'd not heard before and I was both fascinated and horrified at the foolishness of it. Morey Norkin presents a powerful account, told with narration, chorus and dialogue that aptly replaces a dry textbook accounting of events. He puts human faces on those who wrong and are wronged. This is a story that should be told. While reading it was satisfying, I think a production would be far more effective when you see the effects of such actions as taken by Gen. Grant.

So I'm going to assume that Steve Martin has either been drinking the runoff from an air conditioner or he's had one bottle of NyQuil too many. No one in their right mind would have come up with this hilarious David Lynch meets David Cronenberg meets CBS sitcom as told to Stephen King and translated into Bat-Shit Crazy... but apparently Steve Martin did it anyway. Filled with sight gags, demonic languages, blood by the bucket, and a hell of a sense of humor, this is a play that the author feels is un-produceable. Let's prove him wrong! MAKE THIS SUCKER!

Franky Gonzalez gives us quite a lot to think about here with 2 characters that normally aren't allowed to display the dignity that he gives them here. 2 men, with nothing better to do as they pass through their sentences, have a discussion about what REALLY keeps them prisoner, and it turns out, it maybe isn't the cell they're in. I was not expecting a philosophical discussion here and was pleasantly surprised to find that prison isn't as confining to the soul as it is to the body. Beautifully written and would be a pleasure to see staged.

Whoa Nelly! It took me a while, but once I caught onto Lesley's dilemma, I burst out laughing. I will, of course, not disclose what that is, and suggest you read this yourself. Or better yet, find a production of this piece. While this IS listed as a radio drama (with one VERY important sound effect), I'd love to see a live production as the actress playing Lesley should have a field day with some physical body humor. Chris Plumridge has written a winner.