Category Archives: Story/ Comment/ Poetry

story by idio He has the marks of a traveller: a long gaze, a twitch like he might need to get out of the way of something, a stained, greasy swollenness under his eyes. He does not know where he … Continue reading →

[audio:http://idiotplayers.org/blog/audio/ip-audio-2012-01-17-pennies-from-heaven.mp3|titles=pennies from heaven] download (right-click and Save as…) Anthony Blake consented to write a few words as an introductory impression to our idiotplayers rendering of the song “Pennies from Heaven” by Johnny Burke and Arthur Johnston. I mentioned to him … Continue reading →

idiot I am How much of my life is me? You see, I can’t even ask the question without begging it, Without using myself to point at myself. There is no outside place. I am entirely in media res. And … Continue reading →

story and images by idio Cleo agreed to go. At any rate, she heard herself say “Yes” to her mother. Then the second thoughts came. After all, what would a fifteen year-old girl do in the quiet of cottage country … Continue reading →

In this post we publish material from Divah (P. McCabe). Divah was attracted initially, I think, to idiotplayers.org by posts I made beginning back in Aug 2010 entitled “six rooms.” These pieces were prose explorations based on a short and … Continue reading →

In this post we publish material from Divah (P. McCabe). Divah was attracted initially, I think, to idiotplayers.org by posts I made beginning back in Aug 2010 entitled “six rooms.” These pieces were prose explorations based on a short and … Continue reading →

Jessica senses someone coming up behind her. “Arlo?…” “I suppose that you will be looking for two points on that quick exit, huh?” a game voice says from the dark. “You have to admit that it was an interesting approach,” … Continue reading →

Jessica needs air. She feels something heavy. She sees in a way that has no picture to it a heaviness drawing on her, her muscles. She scans her body. Yes. She briefly recalls Arlo looking up to the corner of … Continue reading →

Arlo is thinking of his time in Afghanistan working as a lawyer for the Canadian Forces. He enjoyed working with the Afghanis he met and found them a strange and ancient breed where very little was at face value. There … Continue reading →

“What is it when someone feels the need to change, to change something really deep?” Arlo asks and realizes that he and Jessica have now just agreed in an inner way that this will be the question of the night. … Continue reading →