Author: crimemysteryfestival

CAST LIST: Narrator: Shawn Devlin Woman: Hannah Ehman Mboni: Geoff Mays

Lee is hired to bring the seducer of a young woman to daddy for his particular vengeance. Daddy is an Arizona drug baron. The seducer works for daddy’s Mexican partner. Then too many people with guns and the wrong ideas intrude. And the job just got complicated. CAST LIST: Narrator: Val Cole Lee: Geoff Mays… Continue reading WILDsound CRIME/THRILLER Best Scene: The Devil’s Right Hand, by Algis Danaitis

Awaken the Medium is a feature-length script that follows the story of Maggie Samson, whose latest near-death experience thrusts her into discovering her gifts and powers. Maggie is a librarian in her forties. Married to Chris, a professor, with whom she has a son, Justus Samson, now eleven years old. Maggie arrives at a crossroads,… Continue reading THRILLER/SUSPENSE Fest: AWAKEN THE MEDIUM, by Lee Bice-Matheson, Kevin Matheson

Performed by Val Cole

Performed by Val Cole

Performed by Val Cole

I ate sloppy seconds for breakfast: fresh golden pancakes halved, then again, melted chocolate crisps, blueberries with the gently whipped cream on top, everybody gets a slice, locks like honey, obvious apples glistened in my eye, starved and ravenous, her temptation relief to unbearable travesty, when it’s gone, what’s left but give it all away,… Continue reading TRAGIC Poem: I Ate Sloppy Seconds for Breakfast, by David Ellis

The Courage to Heal has paper almost As thin as the Bible makes me Wonder how many men Who wrote it had hands dirty From their daughter’s bodies How many women lost god To their holymen fathers The clergy has never been what I would call clean, just gilded, guilty Is not the same thing… Continue reading TRAGIC Poem: If I Forget Thee I am as Complicit as All, by Mouse Moseley

It’s not the kind that pours from a cut or memorializes itself as a scar. There is no wound to dress, no story of a fall or fight to explain it away. It is a constant, quiet seepage from some internal fault line I have never quite located. It simply exists. A rust-colored testament to… Continue reading TRAGIC Poem: There is Blood on my Hands, by Yemanja Paula

Sitting in front of my desk, I stare at the lifeless reflections on the windows on skyscrapers, where there is supposed to be the moon. At my hand, the great grassland in Hulunbuir sits quietly in an old photo — It was morning. The sky breathed to redraw the land where waves of swaying grass… Continue reading TRAGIC Poem: LOST SKIES, by Yuan Wentao