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INT. FATHER APT – morning TS Weeks pass. Dad and Mama Clar work day and night shift sometimes, so I never know when I’m gonna see them. Sometimes when I wake up in the mornings, daddy’s on his way to … Continue reading →

int. airport Steve walks through immigration and sees a big sign. ts Wow, welcome to the United States of America. That’s Jimmy Carter on the wall. Why didn’t we step out onto the tarmac? Where are all of the cameras … Continue reading →

INT. NEW TWO ROOM DWELLING – DAY TS I turn 9 years old. My mom treats it like any other day. But now, the church sisters think I’m too old to sleep in the same bed with mom. So they … Continue reading →

Int. one room dwelling – Jamaica – morning Steve, a 4-year-old Jamaican boy, sleeps in a small bed with his mom. Something painful pricks him and he wakes up. THOUGHT STREAM Oww! I hate this kaya mattress. Why do we … Continue reading →

After an absence of several months, I’m pleased to inform everyone that I’m almost finished writing the solo performance. I have completely changed direction and title, deciding to tell a more universal story about a boy’s longing for and rejection … Continue reading →

MAKING OF A SEX ADDICT “Steve, put down that magazine and find a book to read.” “Yes Ms. Chambers.” Another reason I love to go next door is to see Ms. Chambers’ magazines. Ms. Chambers is a teacher. She has … Continue reading →

I almost died in that doodu pit, but mummy beat me anyway. I think my mummy is a very frustrated woman. Until I was 3 years old, we lived with Brother Claire, his wife and three daughters, in their big … Continue reading →

“Steve?” “Yes mummy?” “A want yu to clean the two bicycles spic and span this morning.” “Yes mummy.” “A don’t want you to leave not even a speck of dirt when you are finished cleaning them.” “Yes mummy.” I live … Continue reading →