The White AppleThe air is sick here, dull and creped
A pale door locked shut, no escape
Checkered floors of grass and stone
They hung themselves for our attention
Baubles of curved mirrors
Showing liquid down our cheeks
Creatures beneath the ivory shells
Writhing at the sour core
Shadows were cool within their bed
Sweet voiced they sulked in the shade
Crispy juices, layers of the belly
Squirming sensations persist
Above me now, the risk is great
A bite of exile, from my treat.
If Sunflowers Could TalkCast of Characters
1. Bee: An actor made up to be a bee whose home in a sunflower garden is disturbed by an unwelcome visitor.
2. Dog: An actor plays a dog with a playful disposition, longing to chase the cat.
3. Cat: An actor plays a sassy lazy cat that enjoys chasing the mouse and sleeping.
4. Mouse: An actor plays the leader of the mice and wants to get rid of the sunflower garden.
(Scene: The dog runs through the sunflower garden where a bee is buzzing around.)
Dog: one two three squished. Four .. and Five. This is going to take forever.
Bee: Oh no! Not my precious sunflowers!
Dog: This is so much fun; I will squish them all flat in the dirt.
Bee: What do you think you are doing Dog?!
(Dog turns to face bee.)
Dog: Oh, hi tiny fuzzy. I'm squishing these sunflowers; I have a lot to do. I can't talk now.
(Dog turns from bee back to sunflowers.)
(Dog faces bee again.)
Dog: What Fuzzy?
Bee: I am not a fuzzy, I am bumble bee. These flow