“This stunning work is a balm and a gift; it is poetry in motion.”
The Marble in My Mouth is a fever dream play that asks: What does grief want? And why is it here now, in your mail slot, in your radio, singing karaoke in your living room?
“The piece has an ache running through it, but it’s laced with irreverence and humor so you’re laughing while tears roll down your face.”
The Marble In My Mouth is an original piece of devised theater. It asks the question: What happens when love has nowhere to go? If your grief were to take physical form, what would it become? How do we keep moving forward when what we want most is behind us? Enter the Squonk, here to help, nudge, move, push, eventually SHOVE Glen into the Deep Down of his grief. Memories become tone poems, his love becomes a hand dance, his frustration becomes a night at the cabaret; it doesn’t make sense, but neither does grief.