Recommended by Beckett Flynn

Lucas Baisch says this guy's really good at "excavating evils" and he's way smarter than me. I'll add that Schultz is a wizard of cruelty, he understands pain better than any other playwright I know. His characters walk around with holes in their spirits like open fucking wounds. They drip with pain and evil and beauty. A play like one of those great albums like Deathconsciousness that are nothing but grace and pain.

Holy shit. My new favorite play. Holy shit.

So funny. More people should know about Mitnick

The rare play that does exactly what it says on the tin. A fantastic non-narrative play in three scenes, featuring almost entirely debate, argument, which paints an entire life. Boyd shows us that sometimes the best way to capture the entirety of a person isn't to meet them at every moment, or even the most important moments of their lives, but when they are challenged most on their beliefs. Lev is a different character in each 20 year gap we see him in. Sort of. As are we. Fantastic genuine political arguments too. Read up.

Bailey Williams is hilarious and she knows just when to be brutal. A comedy play that's brilliant at raising it's stakes and playing it's characters like a fugue until it's natural endpoint — funny disaster.

What's there even to say — I'm late to the Bailey Williams party. One of our freshest new voices. The suburbs are hell. Long live Dingus. Long live The Claw. I love the guitar system.

Gross! Leah is a grade-A perv artist with the best of 'em. Bonepoetry (spineless white, front to back, lick my knees) combined with the biblically feminine — suckling, weaving, nursmode. There's also a motherfucking murderaxe. A phantasmagoric one-act ride of phantasmagoric violence. How brutal to be told your fingers aren't that bad. That you can't play anymore.

Hilarious. Online.Christiane's meanest play yet — and that's saying something. The funniest gunshot I've read in a while. There's not much pleasure on this earth.

this play is like the "haha I'm in danger" meme: so uncomfortable, so funny, and a heavy heaping of gen z pain

Kyle has a directness I like. A lack of subtext."I want to moan along with the squealing subway cars". "I used to masturbate to George O'Keefe paintings". "A dancer who can hypnotize me with the roll of her hips". Finally, a girl can say what's on her mind. Freud is dead and so am I. Anyway this play its experimental moments out when they're needed but doesn't form into any formal technical traps of meaning. It's also really funny. And brutal at times. It opens devastating.