CLINTON AND TRUMP AND THE LAST GASP by Rich Quatrone

CLINTON AND TRUMP AND THE LAST GASP the two them disgusting, the two of them liars, the two of them without nobility, without truth, creeps, rich bastards, the billionaire and the millionaire, living off the poor, the sick. all of Continue reading CLINTON AND TRUMP AND THE LAST GASP by Rich Quatrone

The Mysterie Of The Dunes by Rich Quatrone

THE MYSTERY OF THE DUNES Yes, the dunes are beautiful. Created by the wealthy in town to protect their multi-million dollar mansions from the ocean. It’s always what the rich do, build barriers to separate them from Nature. O, yes, Continue reading The Mysterie Of The Dunes by Rich Quatrone

Eric Leaving by Rich Quatrone

Eric Leaving on the occasion of Eric leaving tonight, age 29 When he was a toddler and then a little boy when he left I would go into a week long depression. The kitchen table would remain exactly as it Continue reading Eric Leaving by Rich Quatrone

We Fight The Way We Fight by Rich Quatrone

WE FIGHT THE WAY WE FIGHT Some of us were born to fight. It’s not a choice. It’s a burden. It comes on you very early, thru no choice or fault of your own. It’s in your blood. And it Continue reading We Fight The Way We Fight by Rich Quatrone

The Bombing Of Flint by Rich Quatrone

Bombing Of Flint I suppose there are other plays out there about the water poisoning in Flint Michigan, but I’m not aware of them. In any case, I don’t think there are any about the bombing of this American city. Continue reading The Bombing Of Flint by Rich Quatrone

Artists Who Betray Us For Money by Rich Quatrone

ARTISTS WHO BETRAY US FOR MONEY There are the likes of minor stars like Gerard Butler who allows his talent to be associated with one Aaron Eckhart who has the face of a handsome Nazi and can’t act but can and does appear Continue reading Artists Who Betray Us For Money by Rich Quatrone

Not Even Hell by Rich Quatrone

NOT EVEN HELL I lie naked on the couch, stuck inside while outside my window, still in shade the thermometer reads 99 degrees. Ten minutes ago I remember the wiltered flowers and went out to water them. I slipped on Continue reading Not Even Hell by Rich Quatrone