Diligently Seek

Hi, I’m Tanner. I’m from Idaho. Solid intro Tanner, none of this is weird yet. Why does anyone introduce themselves based on where they are from anyway? Like, why is it that the most important piece of information we must know about people is where most of their baby pictures are? I might as well say “Hi, I’m Tanner, if my pog investment from the 90s works out after I die, most of them are in Idaho.”  Remember pogs? Those circles that came in big green tubes. They were just circles. Made of paper. And when I was a kid, nothing was more important to me. And we were in a war at the time. SEVERAL! It was almost as if I could walk in on my mom in tears witnessing the wreckage of the Oklahoma City Bombing and still ask for pog money. Almost like that.  That was so weird. They were just paper circles. Unless it was a slammer! How cool were slammers? If you're with me about slammers I guarantee I could guess the year you were born. I can’t defend the nineties, I just lived through th...

(Prior to the beginning of the performance a small writing desk sits no one. A lamp, a black quill pen with its inkwell, and a parchment are on the desk. Should guests be curious enough to have a look at the parchment, they will simply read the words “a love that was more than love”. After announcements the lights are all shut off for enough time with no action to make the audience uncomfortable until the lamp lights up, revealing Edgar Allan Poe. He is furiously writing.) Poe. Yes? (He stares around the room at various audience members.) Poe. What is it that I can do for you tonight? (pause) Perhaps the removal of some pretense will make some one of you brave enough to tell me what it is you want. And why it is that you have come. I am, in fact, Edgar Allan Poe. Ah, I see, I am a strange being in your world and that does not shock me. I was a strange being in mine too. This, however, here with you - this is not the strangeness of oddity shops or mummer shows. This is the high strangen...

  What happens to a flame?  Ignition flares sharp like shook foil, Consuming, shimmering,  Potent to shift all particles.  Then out.  Out and nowhere waiting.  Not dormant, not rebuilding. Stopped. Life, like flame, proceeds. It Is no substance - a reaction.  Then out.