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Read Poem: DISTANT IN TIME, by Michael Hogan
Cities of the last empire
Ring the desert like humpback whales swimming
In a distance that recedes to what is distant in time.
Stars of the last night
Fall without falling but explode and grow small
Birthing space that is not space,
In a distance that recedes to what is distant in time
Man and woman of the last garden
Come together in work and travail,
Birthing saviors at dawn, at midnight,
Or when the edge of eternity is just visible
In a distance that recedes to what is distant in time.
Mike Hogan (c) 2018
Read Poem: Forbidden Desire, by Irene Gowins-Sowells
Winning LGBT TV PILOT Reading – THE DISAPPEARANCE, by Jess Harris DiStefano
Genre: LGBT, Drama
The Disappearance is an hour long drama about a charming young sports writer, whose secret past comes back to haunt him when he accidentally discovers the whereabouts of his long lost father and younger siblings.
CAST LIST:
Narrator: Hugh Ritchie
Ryan: Nick Wicht
Will: Michael Lake
Kate: Beck Lloyd
Casey: Julia Baldwin
Jamie: Alicia Payne
Fred: David Occhipinti
Get to know the writer:
What is your TV Pilot screenplay about?
The Disappearance is an hour long drama about a charming young sports writer, whose secret past comes back to haunt him when he accidentally stumbles upon the whereabouts of his long lost father and two younger siblings.
Why should this screenplay be made into a TV show?
Too many reasons to list off, but mainly because it’s a show I would (and most likely a whole host of other people) would want to watch.
What TV show…
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When Alex fell in love with Sandra.
This is a story of young guy named Alex. And his lady love Sandra.
He fell in love with her. She was a wonder woman, the kind that could make a guy fall in love at first sight. She was a beauty of sorts, the kind of woman, who had a way of making a target out of a guy, and leaving him half dead, and later disappearing into thin air. The perfect phrase would be “A black widow spider”. Alex was new in Bangalore a city in the state of Karnataka, in south of India. He was a new guy in Bangalore. A sixteen-year old, just arrived from Bombay to the city to finish his second year of pre-university in science. He finally flunked in the second year, in all subjects leaving Hindi and English. He was hell bent and determined to finish the second-year course.
Alex decided to…
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FEEDBACK FILM FESTIVAL Thursday – May 3, 2018. 7pm.
The FEEDBACK Monthly Film Festival coming to Los Angeles.. Our LA home is Regal L.A. LIVE Cinemas, located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles (beside the Staples Center) at 1000 W Olympic Blvd.. The event runs from 7pm to 9:10pm.Showcasing the best of short films from around the world, while maintaining our audience feedback format moderated by Shepsut Wilson.
Tickets are FREE or PAY WHAT YOU LIKE. Reserve your tickets online.
If you like to obtain seats in advance and pick them up on the day of the event (come for FREE, or make a donation), please email us at latickets@wildsoundfestival.com and we’ll reserve seats for you.
1st ACT PROGRAM – COMEDY & ANIMATION
| NAMCAR NIGHT RACE, 17min., USA, Comedy/Mockumentary Directed by Lance Khazei NAMCAR Night Race is a comedy depicting a league of adults who compete in an after hours, model… |
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Read Poem: Poetry of Mind, by Joy Genauer
Little glitters of sunshine
Little trickles of rain
Resonate in my thoughts
Like flashes of light
Tremble like joy
Breathe with fear
Words spoken
Like splinters of glass
Or feathers that lift
High above the earth
In a blink they emerge
Asking for essence
Asking for clarity
Making themselves known
Read Poem: FEED THE SPIRIT, by Phyllis L-Miata
Read Poem: My Word, by Pamela L.Compton “Poet Pam”
Come forth and slap me with your sharpened tongue and I shall take a blade and cut the serpent off.
For I speak within my soul,
something you degenerates would never know.
For the world I live in is mine and mine alone.
There is nothing here for you but the sticks and stones.
Mock my words and play thy games;
One thing for sure you will remember my name
Read Poem: The Ruins, by William P. Robertson
The ruins were overgrown
with brambles & briars.
Crumbled walls cast shadows
in the moonlit gloom
& toadstools crunched underfoot.
Cold drafts seeped from
subterranean vaults.
Ghostly lovers embraced
like tangled roses.
–William P. Robertson
POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film. 