“Ghost The Musical” at Beef and Boards Dinner Theatre

A Seat on the Aisle

banner.jpg

reviewed by Ken Klingenmeier

Ghosts, those various spirits, apparitions and other-worldly beings we are endlessly fascinated by, have long been “seen” in entertainments. From Hamlet’s father’s ghost, to Marley’s ghost, to George and Marion Kirby in the movie/television series “Topper”, to Casper in cartoon form, to “we ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts” in “Ghostbusters” and on and on – the spirits of the dead have provided endless story situations in novels, shows, comic books and movies.

In 1990, Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore starred in the film “Ghost” which swept the country as a box-office winner. Ghost The Musical, with book and lyrics by Bruce Joel Rubin, and music and lyrics by Dave Stewart and Glen Ballard, followed with a West End opening in London in the summer of 2011. Now, this production has found its way to haunting the Beef and Boards stage.

Three Little Words Molly Jensen (Andrea Laxton) and Sam Wheat…

View original post 539 more words

Advertisements

ON BECOMING A WOMAN

Thank you for putting me on a pedestal, chile

… if just for a little while

It sho felt good to breathe the Air up there

without a care in the world 

feelin special to be just another girl

Enjoying the feeling of my smile easing across my face 

Inhabiting the space filling it up 

On top 

If just for that little while

Thank you chile.Image

 

My Pain Is Like…

My first blog on this site & I’m glad I wrote it!

I'm still connected to my disconnect...

My pain is like this one lone cigarette…. left standing in its pack

I hesitate to light it… it’s all that I have left

In existing… its addiction … is getting less and less

Yet I want to light into its fervor… its many poisons to inhale

My body doesn’t really like it … but the need is a different thing

I want to expand my lungs even deeper… as I keep wondering why

Then I mentally extinguish it …. with languid relief… the embers now braised with the Kiss of  the fire of my desire

I put what’s left of that scorched reminder of grief’s last hold on my soul

In the left vest pocket of my heart… forgetting the last time

Waiting for the next…

Now I showed you mine

You wanna show me yours?

View original post

My Pain Is Like…

My pain is like this one lone cigarette…. left standing in its pack

I hesitate to light it… it’s all that I have left

In existing… its addiction … is getting less and less

Yet I want to light into its fervor… its many poisons to inhale

My body doesn’t really like it … but the need is a different thing

I want to expand my lungs even deeper… as I keep wondering why

Then I mentally extinguish it …. with languid relief… the embers now braised with the Kiss of  the fire of my desire

I put what’s left of that scorched reminder of grief’s last hold on my soul

In the left vest pocket of my heart… forgetting the last time

Waiting for the next…

Now I showed you mine

You wanna show me yours?