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Me: I brought home popcorn!
Michael: "Ooh yay we can eat it while we watch a movie or something! We could watch the rest of 'The Forest Awakens'!"
Me: ...
Michael: Or not - we can watch whatever you like
Me: ...
Michael: What? 
Me: The Forest Awakens? 
Michael: I may have miss-spoke. 
Me:  The Forest...Awakens? 
Michael: You know what I meant
*I dramatically run out of the front door and shout into the cul-de-sac, 
Me: THE FOREST AWAKENS!?!

The force awakens - guys. The force. 

How do you tell someone you love them And how do you tell someone you’re Proud? Proud of you, I’m so proud of You. And how do you tell them that there are times when Boys become men and how do you tell someone I Really Think He is the one. & Damn And how do you tell someone? I guess you just use your words. You. 

And some days I miss the thought of you, the smell of you, your touch. 

And two days ago, I had a dream that my ex-boyfriend was yelling at me and I felt so trapped and frustrated and stressed out. 

And I think it's crazy that after two years it's like nothing has changed when everything has. 

And sometimes I wish I could give you everything that you want. Everything. Even if just for a moment.

And the little girl said "That's pretty!" pointing at something on me. 
"What's pretty?" I asked wondering what she was looking at. 
"You are" she said as I stood there in my sweatpants, sweatshirt and no makeup, hair in two braided pig tails with a yellow beanie. "Thank you," I said, genuinely wanting to cry because I was finally able to accept a compliment. 

And I watched as the young father pulled his son by the wrist trying to prevent him from falling into the street as the child flung his sweatshirt in a circle at the end of his arm swinging it as if to keep sane as he walked home from the bus stop with his dad. Not too far behind them, a mother and her daughter walked hand in hand. And not too far behind, the child who had no parent to meet them at their bus stop walked alone, seemingly upset at the world for abandoning him. He walked stubbornly full of pride pretending he didn't need anyone to walk him home, while his heart loudly ached as he stared at the mother and her daughter and even the young father who dragged his son, wishing someone would hold his hand, wishing someone would care about where he was, when he'd be home, to make sure he didn't fall into the street. 

You can't always see everything, but what you can see, see. What you can do, do. What you can be, be. It's not always easy, but it is always possible - no matter how impossible it may seem. 

And there's a tiny part of me that wishes to be boy crazy again. But then I realize I have the greatest man on earth and I thank god every day for bringing him to me. 

Oh, do keep up.

​

Lost, lost, lost
in the 
Sauce, sauce, sauce

We can play, play, play
But are we on the same stage, stage, stage, 
Running around, upside down, unable to frown, can't wear a crown, where is my gown? What is happening? 
Where is the air? 
Where are the stairs? 
And suddenly I'm covered in hair
I don't know about what most to care
Where to stare
What to bare
And I feel out of practice
Like I forgot what to do
Like I just jumped into the pool and I'm flopping around trying to breathe when I should just be able to fall back on my training and remember to float. 

I think I'm doing to much
Got all this shit caught in my throat
Like how come you own a boat? 
Like what the hell are we doing? 
Like throw me a float - 
Like where is the future when I can't see through the past and how do I pick up all of this broken glass and my fingers are starting to bleed, and I'm trying to plant all these seeds, but it feels like nothing will grow - a mess - a tousle of hair being beaten into the ground - something that took so long to come into existence trampled all over by us on the floor - we ignore - the beauty of creation in every second of every moment of every day and we walk passed the flowers and we walk passed the people and we seek connection and we feel alone and we dig for it and search for it in the screen of our phone...

I feel so buried deep inside a crystal kaledoiscope - beautiful and yet ever changing - dangerous - new and old - protection and rejection - and a mix of such powerful diamonds cutting against each other and growing in age and youth - playing and trying to find some mystical truth - over looking and under thinking and too much eating and too little drinking and WHAT IS HAPPENING? Does anyone know? And how how how are we expected to grow with out any water, without any light, no time to take root let alone sprout, we whisper but we can feel we're starting to shout and we're so used to doing everything as we're told and all of it's starting to feel a bit old. 

Lost, lost, lost, 
​stuck in the sauce, sauce, sauce

For those who may not know, I will be performing the role of "Wolfgang" in the Magik Theatre's production of Red Riding Hood ​by Allison Gregory. If you get a chance, I'd love to see you in the audience. We only have 6 public performances, so please get your tickets before it's too late! 


Come check us out on Saturdays & Sundays only September 27th - October 12th, or you can book book a student matinee show with your school during the week, or bring us to your school, library, or community center by booking us on tour! Please share this with anyone who needs to see it! 🐺

We also have some special performances: 

• Educator Appreciation: September 28 at 3 PM
• Sensory-Friendly: October 4 at 10 AM
• Pay What You Wish: October 4 at 2 PM
• ASL: October 5 at 3 PM
• Military & First Responder Appreciation: October 11 at 2 PM

Pay what you wish means YOU PAY WHAT YOU WISH - yes - that's correct - $1, $5, $10, $100 - whatever you want to pay is what you pay. Remember you're supporting local theatre & artists who inspire and activate the minds and imagination of children in the San Antonio community! 

We need you in the audience. You are so, so very valuable to us. We are nothing without an audience. You are the final character in our show, so, please, show up, join us, have fun, let's play! 

I promise it will be a delicious comedy! You're gonna love it. 

We came, we saw, we won the Harry Potter trivia and I got to take home a blanket and some free movie tickets! Oh, and this super cute glass we both got with our $10 ticket!

The blind human race
Collides in star covered space
The daylight begins
[and something ends]

Sunday School should be taught by cats. 

Not those fat grumpy fluff balls 
who god obviously punched in the face
after he lost his beloved cloud-chair by claw-fication,
but the slow-crawling black bundles of fur 
that know the alternate route to Mordor by heart, 
and often find themselves in Mount Doom 
whispering about Christ the King with Sauran
over milk and meow mix, pausing only occasionally 
to meditate to the sound of the boiling lava. 

The cats who would go so far as to jump through the moon
and scramble eggs at the top of Mount Everest
if it meant that one more throbbing mortal heart
would run with wobbly legs into Christ’s arms
like a thirty-five year old man,
spilling sobs along his suitcase-crowded path to meet his wife, 
who has been in Kansas for two months that felt like years
as they were forced to be the only thing they didn’t want to be; apart.

Your heart brings me life
Our lips perfectly combine
Key lime pie delight

If her hair could sing, 
it would make Johann Sebastian Bach cry tears of misery knowing 
that this is what he waited his whole life to hear,
that God created his musically tuned ears 
so that they could one day listen to the orgasmic pleasure that is her hair. 

Her eyes, like the nails
between each finger of a street-boxer’s hands,
as they glance unforgivably into yours, 
drawing you close, like a mangled child 
in a zoo, who somehow slipped 
through the bars of the tiger’s cage. 

The curves that God could not recreate,
the lips that first-kisses fear,
the neck that all giraffe’s envy, 
the legs that beg to be clawed 
in foreplay that steals innocence away, 
the only feet you’d ever make love to, 
even if they were covered 
in the guts of a cricket 
who was fortunate enough to be kissed by the palms of her soles. 

Heads for sale!
Fresh heads for sale!
Big ones, small ones, heads for sale!
Some eighty percent off!
Some buy one get one free!
Organic heads for sale!
Check these out, regular fifty, twenty today!
Fat ones, round ones, new ones, old ones!
We got brace-faces, flower-vases, ribbon wearers, mustache bearers! 
Some still connected, some freshly severed!
Bring a basket, bring a Chevy, we’ll carry it ourselves if it gets too heavy!
Hairless, boneless, skinless, brainless! Every color you could imagine, even phosferesent! Perfect for an early Christmas, father's day, or birthday present! Some with eyes, some without, some won’t move, some still shout! Heads for sale, fresh heads for sale! 

When she was twelve, she worked in overalls at the dairy farm with her father.
She’d feed the chickens, stare at the pigs, brush the horses, and dance around with the turkeys.

At twenty-one, she knew what true love was, and, by thirty-five, she had three children: Little Robert, Responsible William, and Studious Gertrude.
​
By sixty, she was the church’s most valuable bingo player, and everyone’s favorite grandmother.

At sixty-five, people started to notice something different about her.
She needed twenty-four hour supervision, so it was given.
People didn’t visit because they couldn’t take it.
Their pain caused her pain and loneliness.
But she soon forgot it all.
Though she felt it.
She didn’t know.
Why. 

I want to freeze your living body and use it as my coffin
Inspect your toes under a solar-powered microscope and collect the lashes from your eyes, one by one,
Examine your frozen grape pupils with my emergency only flashlight, slowly rotating its handle as your jellied cornea pulses and glows
Count the creases in your empty lips and fold myself into your wrinkles
I want to discover the scent of your nose and splash it on as my sunny weather body wash
Paint the lines in your brow with fingerprints and check your pulse with my teeth
Snorkel beneath the mask that hides your bones and lower myself into the puddles of your pores
Scalpel open your belly button and cuddle inside the hammock of your long intestine 
I want to disconnect the umbilical cord from your soul and give you new birth

Save the date of January 15, 2026 at 8:00pm for a FREE public reading of my next show: Aurora - a new one woman show written and performed by me about my grandmother and her battle with Alzheimer's. This will be read in the theatre at Black Potion 1900 Fredericksburg Rd Suite 101, San Antonio, TX 78201.

FREE PARKING is available in the lot behind Panaderia Jimenez as well as throughout the street and neighborhood area.

Black Potion is San Antonio's original tabletop game tavern serving craft & local beer, wine, and food! Games, puzzles, gifts & more, so be sure to arrive early to shop, play, dine, drink, and settle in.

A special thank you to the City of San Antonio Arts & Cultural Department for their support of this project through an FY25 Individual Artist grant.

"This story will be about my grandmother, but also memory and all of the stories we hold inside us that are erased when we are gone. The play is called "Aurora" and is named after my grandmother. We will be reading it on her birthday, January 15th, 2026 - 90 years after she was brought onto this Earth. I hope you will join us."
- Amy Abrigo

If you're unable to attend in-person, I do plan on live streaming the event. The link will be posted in the Facebook Event, so please RSVP. HERE IS THE FACEBOOK EVENT LINK.

We have a ticket link! Please submit the Google Form HERE to RSVP your ticket (s)!