Stephen Metcalfe

playwright, screenwriter, and novelist

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  • The Mirror

    I’m not sure if it’s occurred over time or suddenly but something odd has happened. Whenever possible, I find myself avoiding looking directly into the bathroom mirror. Why? I don’t know. Part of it is I don’t feel I recognize the person that’s standing there anymore; the straggly hair, the wrinkled skin, the vacant expression.…

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  • The Falling Man

    9-11-2026 From my stage play, THE TRAGIC AGE, written in 2014. As is so often the case, I don’t think I realized the magnitude of what I was writing about. Regardless, the image of the falling man has stayed with me for twenty-five years. Night. The distant sound of thunder. Lightning flickers in the room.…

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  • This is Life

    Want to gain a little positive perspective? Spend some time with my fourteenth month old granddaughter. Seeing things through her innocent eyes can certainly change your view of the world. She’s been with us quite a bit again lately. The last time we were caretaking regularly, she was crawling, trying to stand. Now when she…

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  • A Silly Question

    A silly question on yet another world desolate day. Has it always been like this? Frightened, alienated people, uncertain about not just the future but the present day? If I look at the history book in my head – an elementary school book at best, one for first graders – I find I would have…

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  • A New Quarter

    Ready? Set? Here we go. A new quarter. Meaning on January 1, 2026, the day after tomorrow, it will be the beginning of a brand-new quarter century. Another twenty-five-brand new years. I must admit, I look back at the last twenty-five, and I tremble a bit. Seemingly never-ending foreign conflicts, overwhelming advances in technology starting…

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  • Mr.and Mrs. Claus – The Annual Holiday Post

    THERE IS A LIGHTED SIGN ABOVE THE STAGE THAT SHOWS THE CHANGING DATE. IT IS DECEMBER 25TH. KRIS KRINGLE ENTERS. HE WEARS FADED, DARK PANTS, A LONG-SLEEVE UNDERSHIRT, SLIPPERS, SPECTACLES AND SUSPENDERS. HE LOOKS TIRED. HE LOOKS UP AT THE DATE ON THE SIGN. KRIS Well, thank God, that’s over. I’m exhausted. Each year it…

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  • Stuck on the Couch

    “What are you doing,” asks the lovely wife. It’s 7 in the morning and it’s obvious what I’m doing. I’m sitting on the living room couch, a cup of coffee on the table beside me. My tablet is open and on my lap. “You’re not reading the newspaper, are you?” “Uh, no, not really” I…

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