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AGE: 101
LOC: Honolulu, HI
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 05

       Hello fellow writers.  My real passion is screenwriting.  I’ve completed two feature length screenplays, one stage play, and three short films (all still in the rewriting process), and just finished outlining a third feature.  I’ve studied screenwriting here in Hawaii and traveled to Los Angeles and London for seminars.  I find it annoying that when I finally spend a good amount of time reviewing a screenplay here on Urbis it rarely gets opened because the writer seems to have disappeared from the site ages ago.

       I like Urbis immensely and thank some of the more experienced writers for beating me over the head with what constitutes a helpful review.  

       I will try to stay focused on the piece I’m reviewing and off…

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Poetry / Compulsion
Version 2
19 Reviews   24 Comments
I live in a deep well. Slick walls squeeze Like the tight arms of An overprotective mother I hide, entombed In a frigid cocoon. Sometimes a speck of luminosity flitters in Bouncing off the walls, giggling Upsetting my black-wombed nirvana. I try to touch the fickle light I spiral higher Stretching beyond my reach Knowing I can’t approach that radiance. Its brilliance burns my eyes Yet, I am compelled. Up there, luminescence transforms Colors pop and whirl, blend and sing An abundant pal...
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Poetry / Compulsion
Version 1
22 Reviews   19 Comments
I live in a deep well. Sometimes a spark of luminosity flitters in, Intruding Bouncing off the walls Upsetting my black nirvana. I give chase Climbing higher Knowing I can’t reach that radiance, Yet, I am compelled. The light Makes everything so Pretty. Until I fall again. Lucky It’s too dark to see The bruises.  
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Poetry / elegy
Version 1
14 Reviews   30 Comments
the birds stopped singing today. a king has died. the stars that led a path to the sun crackled and flickered and left a deathly glow before all went black.   the drum, normally filled with pulsing rhythm, now surrounded by a shell of cold flesh, has no feeling, no emotion. it is dry, parched from the expulsion of life’s waters.   the people of the king wander, weary, lost, together unprepared for the putrid, grey weather, unprepared for the rivers that cease to flow.   t...
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18 Reviews   24 Comments
Sun and smoke roughened edges Crease the roadmap on his boxer mug And belie the flower Underneath Where no one would think to look   A golden unruly mane blankets Muscled shoulders heavily tattooed To hide old love scars Souvenirs Of honeymoons and nightmares   The rare smile defies gravity And smoothes the wrinkle between his brows Turning night to day and back again Stripped bare I’m exposed in his blue-eyed stare   His mouth spews hard peppery words Laden with unexpe...
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Screenplay / Biker Chick
Version 1
19 Reviews   17 Comments
 FADE IN: EXT. GAS STATION - HAWAII KAI - DAY About twenty rugged looking biker dudes, members of a motorcycle club, gather at the Koko Marina Chevron. From a distance they are a jumble of chrome and leather, long hair and blue jeans. Closer up, their biker fashion includes chains, dark sunglasses, chiseled muscles and tattoos. Tough guys. They REV their motors in preparation for departure. BETTY (28), somewhat persnickety, Bohemian in dress style, observes the club with great interest. ...
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Poetry / Deathbed
Overall impressions: I was wondering how it would end relating to a deathbed. Perhaps this was a reference to Gulliver’s Travels. I pictured these little clowns torturing this guy and wondered where you were taking this. Then, at “… my body… waves,” I felt the clowns were a metaphor for one life’s events/experiences being relived, issues of the past getting one more pinch in before death takes over - “The past calms.” I feel you were very successful if this was your intention and if not, then...
Stage Play / Betty
Very enjoyable, concise one-act play, basic theme of staying true to oneself. Well done on use of “magic realism.” Wish I could see this performed. Nice how you set up what we're about to observe, not a séance but a wake. Couple of things: The two girls have such prominent roles, why not give them names? You’ve done very well in that we learn a lot about them via dialogue and relationship to one another. Still I would have liked to have had a touch more description about them at the beginning...
Poetry / Winter Lessons
I like the way you use, “He… winter,” almost a musical refrain, but I’d suggest it be something more interesting/visual. Not sure what is meant by “inside out.” If your theme is about aging (at least in V1), maybe something to do with brittle bones/winter white. V2 - Seems to suggest the subject is dead (ashes/dust), when you have set us up in V1 that this is about old age. This verse is a bit difficult to decipher. Who is “they” who dance on his ashes? V3 - I understand the moral but this fe...