Clear, Bright

 

 I am a multidisciplinary artist and my creations hang out with poetic realism, occult/spirituality, artistic community, and innovation (new work). I have worked throughout the US as a performer, writer, deviser, and filmmaker including collaborations with The Second City, Full Spectrum Features, Red Tape Theater, Classic Stage Company, The Kennedy Center, Edinburgh Fringe, Decent Filmz, Familiar Pictures, and Bittersweet Arts co. I am the co-founder of Book Club Theater Collective, and the founder/director of independent art platform Look at This. I’m here for connection, accessibility, and transcendence in the arts. Art is radicle, art is for everyone. BFA California Institute of the Arts. 

                           Young People Talk About the Theater w/ Look @ This




                             Book Club presents: Smile Happy, Chicago, IL, December '18

           

 MISS CRAZY 

Miss Crazy practices chaos magic in the moonlight and aims to channel pure Dinosaur Energy for the good of all. She is not what she is and she does what she wants. "At least I tried, bitches!!!" 

What they're saying:

"She's a Sloppy Gal, I always have fun!" 




@crowdedzine

Look at them go


MAYBE, MAYBE




Maybe
Put it this way: that candle hurtling through the darkness
Hot air now joy-fuel
“MAGNIFICENT”
That’s you 

and

Maybe there is nothing more 
Ferocious 
Than driving in the middle of the night
(You are any age, all ages) 
A song that means something leaking out 

And if you are with someone, they are perfect
(any someone, all someones)
This time (all times)
a speeding firecracker of 
Hope

and

Maybe there is nothing more 
Ferocious 
Than that (most resistant rebel) fire in your chest 
Because no matter where/who/what/when tries 
It never never never never 
Goes out 





                                                                                                          Zachery Green


                                                                                             Dionna Daniel + Paola Pilnik

Waterhouse
                                 
  • I’m always on the beach these days
    my long wet hair on my back

    I see women in seaside saloons
    Eyes begging for the oceans silent sanctuary 
    Maybe fish will understand their salt sorrow better
    than rough husbands tired from scraped livings

    Sometimes I see mermaids, too
    and their song seems to look 
    as the waves sound in the place
    Between sleep and awake

    They kiss each other with a harmony of breasts
    and the pounding of saltwater veins is soft and sharp
    Harsh and gentle 
    as my lover who slaps and kisses in the dark
    Or the child murmuring in sleep
    One hand on her soft belly and the other
    Clenched against the dawn