Catch The Marble in My Mouth at PhysFestNYC, January 9th and 10th
“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, humming though the 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: What happens when love has nowhere to go? If grief could take shape and speak back, what would it become? Enter the Squonk, a strange, tender, relentless creature born of sorrow. It arrives not to comfort but to guide, nudge, push, and eventually shove Glen into the depths of his mourning. As versions of himself multiply, memories dissolve into tone poems, love turns into a hand dance, and frustration becomes cabaret, nothing follows ordinary logic, but neither does grief.