Bailey Williams

One night, after the opening of a successful tragedy for the stage, a group of queer people gather around a dinner table to talk, drink, and give speeches about love. As the evening continues, surprise guests arrive, people fall in love, and old grudges come to light. A contemporary perversion of Plato's Symposium and an investigation of queer love and its place within the Western canon.

A group of coaches – with the same credentials, but different specialties – gather for a weekend retreat. Some of them will leave as Platinum Practitioner Life Coaches with Dr. Meredith Martin’s Action Coach Academy for Thinking Coaches. Some of them will not.

Dingus is disgusting. Her sister Teenie is perfect. Her boyfriend is Jard and Jard is Christian and Jard is also Dad. Mom is Dad too, if that clarifies things. Anyway, Dad and Mom talked and decided the basement is now an office. Don’t go into the basement. Seriously. Final warning.

The other day, something happened to Itchy at work. She started itching. On another day, the office of Todd David Design plans an event. An event, as you know, is a story with a beginning, a middle, and an itch. The theme of the event is eggs. But what is the story of the egg? This is going to be an indelible, one-of-a-kind experience for Mark, Joanna, their company Juvenescence, and the guests. Just watch out for the art, okay? Don't itch anything if you're not sure.

A New York apartment play, 2011, but something’s wrong – terribly wrong. Someone was murdered. And what’s that god-awful sound? Tonight, nightly news investigates. Stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the murderer. Or the playwright. Or the playwright’s murderer.

I thought I would die but I didn’t is a genre-warping play about the disconnect between the storytelling of violence and its reality. A mostly true-crime true story. It's bloody. I mean over. Sorry, I have murder on the brain. Over over over.