Hello and Happy New Year! I hope 2024 is treating you well.
I've hit the ground running this year.Futures Explored Film Studio. They will be producing a collection of my one-act plays under the collective title Some of Us Are Brave. I'm excited to be directing the show. The cast is wonderful and the production team is stellar. Included in the lineup (each piece will be presented at each performance) are my plays Hot Rates to Omaha (world premiere), Number 76, Before Harmony Sleeps with Jeff, and I Bet She Has a Party to Go To (world premiere). If you're in the area and would like to see the show, tickets are available here. The show opens February 2. Some of Us Are Brave was featured in an article published in Broadway World.
I am so pleased to announce I will be serving as the founding Artistic Director for a new theatre company in Sacramento. Pioneer Players is in residence at the Pioneer Congregational United Church of Christ, located at 2700 L St. in Sacramento. The beautiful theater is located inside the fellowship hall. Pioneer Players produces uplifting and inspiring shows including plays for young audiences and original email@example.com for more information. Everyone is welcome!Mary Weiss. Known worldwide as the lead singer of the 1960's girl group The Shangri-La's (my favorite girl group), her vocals have been featured on many iconic songs including Leader of the Pack and Remember (Walking in the Sand). To say she will be missed is an understatement. I have loved this group for many years. I'm working on a screenplay about the impact of their music. More on this soon!
Huge thanks to The Review Geek for including my horror novel Dummy on their list of 10 Books That Should Be Adapted. The article was published this month and because of it there's a lot of interest in adapting the book into a film. I hope to have more details to share soon.Estelle Bakery & Pâtisserie. Such a beautiful place. Good times (and pastries) were had.Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. His influence on my life has been tremendous. In closing, I am sharing a poem of mine with you titled Subway Stations, Atlanta. It was originally published in The Dreamers Anthology by Beautiful Cadaver Project Pittsburgh.
I hope January has been a blessing for you.
Onward and upward.
by David-Matthew Barnes
Here, luggage bangs against the legs
of travelers like orphaned children, starved
for a destination. Unknown, Georgia meets
many with fast-tracked trains. Silver cars steal
strangers, natives, flight attendants upon arrival,
takes and feeds them to jutted glass teeth. They grin
in the hazy distance. Northbound,
we rattle to the city we call ATL, others
call their arrival spot, Hotlanta, home.
In the far corner of the blue terminal, red
digital numbers pulse and glow: the next time
another one will leave, lift off.
The centrifugal center of all things
tourist. Cameras, digital and pocket,
click and flash at CNN, where Nancy
Grace hangs above the crowd. Fish
bubble and squeak behind glass. Hawks
shoot and dribble down courts. Falcons
swoop across the dome, another sweet
victory. Olympic torches touch the hot
summer sky, frozen against the sky-
rocket’s Southern glare. The faithful
convene for motivation, gospel, paradise
at the world center, west of the sinful city.
Dreams come true. Stand up and take it. So
sings a muse named Maria. Like Martin,
she knows heartache, ghosts like the citizens
of Oakland Cemetery. We are still haunted
by memories, damaged and sweet. Heat
boils down the boulevards of Grant,
Decatur. On the corners, the edges
of the broken sidewalk still scream.
You will hear babies cry, mothers crashing
against their attempts to make a life
better than the one their mothers had.
Hope fuels this train that slides, glides,
cuts the jazzy air, piercing the heart.