Billy, that green summer when the twilight swept the herd of deer onto the lawn, the roses had climbed the trees to watch, and hung like red beads in the larch. The glade below mur murmured with bees rolling in the foxglove as you and I sat, plunked in each eye of a broken window, our feet knock knocking the side of the house. Your hand reached across that space and the first time we held hands was three stories high, ah that we could have jumped and landed in a different world where goodbye would be a word unknown.
Richard Ballon’s plays and monologues have been performed in New York City at the Estrogenius Festival, Stage Left Studio’s Women at Work, MamaDrama, Left Out Festivals, and the Emerging Artists Theatre’s One Man Talking and One Woman Standing. Levellers Press has published a collection of his poems, plays and monologues titled enough of a little, to know the all. He is also a member of the Dramatists Guild.
Kudos Richard – less really is more.
Cheryl Eagan-Donovan