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This production of Waiting for Godot arrived at a moment of personal resonance for me. It is one of my favorite plays. I often write in the absurdist tradition (my piece Funeral of god springs from that same space of uncertainty and strange humor) so I came with both affection and expectation. What I found was a…
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The Broadway production of The Great Gatsby is a dazzling and heartfelt reimagining of Fitzgerald’s classic, blending roaring-twenties glamour with timeless emotional truth. I saw the show on October 19, 2025, and it was a night of remarkable performances, lush design, and surprising intimacy. While audiences eagerly anticipate Jeremy Jordan’s return to the role of Jay Gatsby, Ryan…
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Yasmina Reza’s Art remains one of the most incisive and rewarding plays ever written about friendship, pride, and perception. The current Broadway revival, which I attended on October 19, 2025, was nothing short of extraordinary. What begins as a simple argument over a white-on-white painting evolves into a riveting and hysterical study of how fragile…
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Somewhere in New York City tonight, two strangers are arguing about time and dignity on a ferry – and somehow, that’s because of me. The Last Shine officially opens at The Secret Theatre as part of the Queens Short Play Festival, and I’m still processing the surreal math of it all: a script born in Florida,…
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This short story was the First Place Winner in the “Historic Fiction” group of the NYCMidnight Writing challenge. Limited to only 500 words, the judges had this to say about the piece: “It uses the motif of music expertly” “The writing is beautiful, vivid and poetic, with a sharpness.” “I found the twist to be…
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Auditions: strangers.Closing night: siblings.Strike: bitter custody battle where no one gets the good prop sword. That’s the cycle. Every show. Every time. The judge rules: Act I: The Rehearsal Cult You don’t join a cast. You’re abducted.Script in hand.Eyes wide.Someone already humming warm-ups like a Gregorian monk who overdosed on LaCroix. Day One: Hi, nice to…
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It begins with a time-rift, as all good stories do. Not a respectable rift, with equations and wormholes, but the sloppy kind you find wedged between a Pac-Man cabinet and a hay bale. Billy Mitchell, hair slicker than a buttered riverboat and tie redder than a saloon door at midnight, stumbled through. He was carrying…
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Burnout doesn’t knock politely. It crash-lands in your inbox like a flaming email chain where everyone is still hitting “Reply All.” And if you’re a lawyer, entrepreneur, or philanthropist (or worse – some mutant cocktail of all three like me), burnout isn’t a risk, it’s practically a job perk. We spend our days juggling statutes,…
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Let’s be honest: the Bard has had a good run. Four centuries of English teachers whispering “iambic pentameter” like it’s a Hogwarts spell, theatre majors in black turtlenecks defending Twelfth Night as peak comedy, and countless people nodding solemnly at jokes they didn’t actually understand. But somewhere between a Publix parking lot and an alligator-infested drainage canal,…
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So, apparently I’m the runner-up. Which is perfect, because Dog-Eared Truths was never about winning. It’s about limping forward with torn pages and coffee-stained margins, muttering “I’ll fix it in Act II” while life heckles from the cheap seats. The play is a duel between Ronan and Caelum – though really, it’s Ronan vs. Ronan, with Caelum acting as…
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Brian Brijbag 