Stephen Metcalfe

playwright, screenwriter, and novelist

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  • A (Surprise) Review

    Much to my surprise, a review appeared on Amazon for my recently self-published collection of essays, Crossing the Meadow.  I certainly didn’t expect it but here it is.  (Thank you, Jim!) Imagine you’re flying from the West Coast to London. It’s a very long flight, and you can’t get to sleep. The passenger sitting next

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  • Crossing the Meadow

    Crossing the Meadow. A metaphor for a writer’s life. Walking through a world you imagine in your head.  This collection of short pieces is divided into four sections.  Plays, Movies and Words are about the adventures of a working writer. The Desperate Man are some early shouts and murmurs about fatherhood and family. Dog-Dumb entails

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  • Beautiful Jerk

    As hard as it is to believe, I directed a feature film once.  Yes, a real full-length movie, one that had producers and designers and actors and and a several million-dollar budget.  I rarely tell people about it because if I did, they might want to see it and I really don’t want to inflict

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  • The Journal Writer

    Amazing the things you stumble upon when going through old boxes of papers and scripts.  There it was – a blue, old, hard-covered notebook.  I hardly recognized it.  I opened it and immediately saw scribbles.  No, not scribbles – penmanship.  Words legibly handwritten in deep blue, probably with a fountain pen.  At the top of

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  • Audrey

            It’s cloudy and overcast outside when Henry goes down to the garage.  He opens the garage door, moves to the car, and and gets in. “Morning, Henry!”  The voice is light and cheery. Henry is not. “ Mmm,” he murmurs. “Is it off to work we go?” “Where else,” he grunts. “Hi-ho, hi-ho!”  What? 

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  • the skull illuminating pose

    A chapter I cut from the final draft of Attachment Patterns. Kind of fun. * That afternoon Bob went to yoga.  He went to the one closest to his house.  It was called Bikram Yoga and Bob had noted any number of times, especially in summer, that attractive young women in tights and yoga tops

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