TEA

Postcard Play #10: TEA
for Emmie S.
1/30/10

KATE and JAMES are British.

KATE...................JAMES
I say— ................I say—

Pause.

—oh, go oh—.........—sorry, old chap—

Pause.

—no, please—........—after you—

Pause.

—bother. ...............—dash it all.

KATE and JAMES drink tea.

CHARLIE'S CRISIS

Postcard Play #1: CHARLIE’S CRISIS
for Anne-Marie T.
1/28/10

CHARLIE
I don’t feel like eating these seeds.

MAX
What do you mean?

CHARLIE
I’m just done with seeds.

MAX
Well what are you gonna eat?

CHARLIE
I don’t know, like roots or something?

MAX
Roots??

CHARLIE
Maybe.

MAX
Who the hell do you think you are, “you’re gonna eat roots,” what is that?

CHARLIE
I don’t know who I am anymore.

MAX
I do. You’re a bird, Charlie. You’re a goddamn bird.

THE BET

Postcard Play #8: THE BET
for Meghan Deans
1/29/10

MATT
Bet I can lift that.

BARRY
Bet you can.

MATT
No, you gotta bet I can’t.

BARRY
Why? You probably can.

MATT
Yeah, but you gotta take the other side of the bet. That’s how it works.

BARRY
I’m not going to bet on something with losing odds.

MATT
Dude, there’s no point in lifting that thing if you think I can do it.

BARRY
I thought the point was to lift it.

MATT
No. That would be a complete waste of time.

Director Deans, doing tablework with her cast.

The Postcard Plays Blog!

So last week I decided to start a new project. I'd write plays on postcards and send them to my friends. Turns out a whole lot of people are aching for postcard plays, so I'll be writing well over a hundred of these little guys. Why not share them with the world?

Here I shall post the scripts of The Postcard Plays along with whatever you send me...pictures of you with your postcard play, of you staging your postcard play, of your cats staging your postcard play. Heck, turn your postcard play into a movie, I'll embed that shiz. This is the twenty-first century, and these are our postcard plays.

Welcome to The Postcard Plays

The Postcard Plays:

A project by Anna Moench

Here's a startling statistic: 9 out of 10 Americans have never received a postcard with a play written on it.

I'm outraged too. But we can piss and moan about this sorry state of affairs or we can act, and I have decided that it's time I did my part to heal this broken world. Therefore hear this: I will write you a play on a postcard and mail it to you. It will be new and just for you, and you can perform it with finger puppets at your kitchen table or simply read it in the bathroom. Together we can change an invented statistic. Will you join me in the fight?

To take part, email your address to postcardplays (at) gmail.com. I promise I won't drop by unannounced or share your info with anybody.

This is open to anyone who may be a victim of our cultural neglect.

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