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12/13/2021

Less than a week to go before JAMES BOND: THE MUSICAL arrives at Coronado Playhouse for a 3-Night Engagement! Playing Friday December 17/Saturday December 18 (7pm) and Sunday December 19 (2pm). A musical comedy cabaret adaptation of the THE BOND SHOW you won't want to miss!! Go to https://www.coronadoplayhouse.org/ for Tickets. Image: Ciarlene Coleman.

12/13/2021

You Go to My Head
BY CAROLE BOSTON WEATHERFORD

I sang my songs so much

that they became

the soundtrack for my dreams,

the melody of my moods,

a room I lived in,

and a balm for my wounds.

I sang my songs enough

to know them backward

and forward, enough

to wonder if they could lift me

from hometown haunts

to center stage.


I’d sung my songs enough

to think I could take on

Baltimore’s best talent

at the Harlem Theatre

Amateur Hour

and maybe even win.


If you sing a song enough,

it can go to your head that way.

Turnkey Theatre ✨❄🎭
12/11/2021

Turnkey Theatre ✨❄🎭

San Diego State University Musical Theatre Showcase!Tuesday 12/14 7PM🎼🎭✨
12/11/2021

San Diego State University
Musical Theatre Showcase!
Tuesday 12/14 7PM
🎼🎭✨

Teatro San Diego presentsA Musical Winter WonderlandTuesday 12/21 at OnStage Playhouse Wednesday 12/22 at Diversionary T...
12/11/2021

Teatro San Diego presents
A Musical Winter Wonderland
Tuesday 12/21 at OnStage Playhouse
Wednesday 12/22 at Diversionary Theatre
Both performances at 7PM
Tickets available at
www.teatrosandiego.org

12/11/2021

Sunday!
Handel's Messiah: An Inspired Concert 🎼
3PM Christ United Presbyterian Church (San Diego) In-Person & Virtually Presented!
All are welcome to this unique event! 🙏🏾

12/11/2021

Monarchy
BY EMILY ROSKO

There was no room for us to have feelings.

Under the Queen, we were foiled, our faces blanked of wonder.

A pitiful ordeal, our cheap toil. We hated her for stealing.

Our crooked backs ached; our knees bled from kneeling,

the whole sum of our treasures given up to fund her.

There was no room for us to have feelings,

so we made our way quietly; we arranged our own dealings,

checked what we clocked. Each swallowed their thunder

and railed within. Nothing left out for stealing.

But pound for pound, we grew skinny, weary, reeling

from the new rules she devised. We had to watch and mind her.

There was no room for us to have feelings.

We were audited, then fined. We abided her schooling.

Then, all music stopped. All solitude filled, we couldn't ponder

our losses. We tried to forget how much she was stealing.

Our patron saints left us; the stars took to jeering, leering

at our lessened state. We hardened at our blunder.

There was no room to have any feelings.

What of us? Not a pittance. No worth there for stealing.

12/10/2021

Democracy Poem #1
BY JUNE JORDAN

Tell them that I stood

in line

and I waited

and I waited

like everybody

else

But I never got

called

And I keep that scrap

of paper

in my pocket

just in case

12/08/2021

The Diagnosis
BY JOHN LEE CLARK

An erasure of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “Palingenesis”

I, sobbing in the rolling mist,

Started for peopled days. In dreams

A faded, lonely promontory shed petals.

Belief exists. Cunning with its perfume

Working from youth, defiance. A phantom

Vanished. The swift surrenders, leap into

The old dead heart of lies.

I will give, remembering my turns

Into foliage. Of what light unseen!

What, what, what, what, what, what

Will hold still without its end?

12/07/2021

Navy Field
BY WILLIAM MEREDITH

Limped out of the hot sky a hurt plane,

Held off, held off, whirring pretty pigeon,

Hit then and scuttled to a crooked stop.

The stranger pilot who emerged—this was the seashore,

War came suddenly here—talked to the still mechanics

Who nodded gravely. Flak had done it, he said,

From an enemy ship attacked.

They wheeled it with love

Into the dark hangar’s mouth and tended it.

Coffee and cake for the pilot then who sat alone

In the restaurant, reading the numbered sheets

That tell about weather.

After, toward dusk,

Mended the stranger plane went back to the sky.

His curly-headed picture, and mother’s and medal’s pictures

Were all we knew of him after he rose again,

Those few electric jewels against the moth and whining sky.

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