bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

I can’t not like him

October 17th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


He reminds me of my Dad.

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a poem

October 16th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


I don’t usually do this:

-Read Poetry

-Like Poetry

-Blog of the poem I read, and liked ; but I guess there is a first sometime for everything.

From the Greensboro Review:

DENIAL by Jon Obermeyer

It’s not

the kiss of coffee

of the glancing touch of the feathered down,

or first sunlight shared

like sections of the newspaper.

Yes, I’m through with that.

It’s not

about the sweet kingdom of canteloupe,

or the curvature

along your foot or shoulder bone.

Our planet is flat,

And we shall never go to the moon.

It is

exactly what it is not.

The skillet sings a backward tune,

the toast unburns

and the yolk becomes its singular self

once again.

Please, pass the salt

for the wound.

Serve me up

all the reasons why we should,

and I will make an entire meal out of veto and

Let’s Not.

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Oh, Fudge.

October 16th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


I’m going to be painfully honest. I am $116,533 in debt from Grad School. I do not know how I am going to pay this, ever. Starting January I will owe $1,333 a month to the ‘Man.’ I weigh 162 lbs. So does Tyra Banks, but she looks like this:


And I do not. I’ve had the same pile of clothes on my bed for two months. I watch too much TV. I don’t write enough plays.

In summation, gdit, I would like some fudge: fudge being the solution to perhaps everything.

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I have a Job..?

October 15th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


…Yes? I think? Looks like my temp2perm is going to lean towards the mildly perm side of the spectrum. So for now, Bekah will be bringing in the moderately not all that big bucks at Equity Corporate Housing  – a company which rents apartments to rich business people – where she will be errand running and phone answering and apartment showing and the eating of little bagged sandwiches that she makes at home the night before. Apparently, I will be doing ‘creative’ things as well.

When offered the job, I nodded fervently, tired of bitching, tired of perusing craigslist. My next option being handjobs at Port Authority, I said yes.


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and then there were more

October 15th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

And they made me wish way less death upon myself.

This one is better: United Stages review of Walls.

They are the guys that published To Nineveh, which looks like this:


Also, for the first time, I entered that html code – from memory. Take THAT, nerd bitches. I nerd MORE than you.

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we stayed up late together

October 14th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night, I sat on the babies of Sophie (7) and Sebastian (5), childpersons of electronic international sensation
fischerspooner’s frontman Warren Fischer. Joining us was good friend kate platzker (7) for a sleepover.

We dined on handisnacks, canadian candy bars, and Nerd Stix, which are these crazy new fangled candy contraptions that blow sugared things from the days of MY youth straight out of the water. They are colorful and chewy and look like this:


For our viewing pleasure, hours of the Disney Channel ensued. The highlight of the evening was a screening of ‘Twitches Too,’ the latest Tia and Tamara Mowry cinematic installment, in  which Twin African American Teenage Witches battle the Dark Forces that lie in Conventry Land – which can be accessed through closet doors, or via the driving backwards of Daddy’s convertible. The Too – of course – insinuates a second installment; and ‘also.’


Speaking of ‘also,’ please tell me you remember this:


People – those are hours of my life I will never get back. Anywhoo. What pleases the chillins pleases me. After this viewing, it was off to bed. Sebastian, a man about town and bedroom, promptly bedded himself after brushing his teeth and ingesting vitamin-infused gummy bears. Sophie, Kate and I had some serious girl talk about how much it hurts to get your ears pierced. I did a dramatic reading of  The Pigeon Finds a hot dog, a rousting new children’s book about a Pigeon who finds a hot dog- and the earnest little duckperson who tricks him into sharing a bite.

Little gals tucked in all good – I turned out the light  and went to kiss Kate goodnight – but lil’ miss grabbed by hand in a way that pretty much made all my problems, yesterday and today and pretty much – well – EVER – promptly go away.  Kate was homesick, and a little scared, and a little weepy. Sometimes I just miss my mom and Dad.  I was immediately reminded of when I was her age – and would spend the night at friends’ houses – I would have a great time, but as soon as the lights were out, and the quiet house settled – I would cry. Too embarrassed to tell my friend or their parents – I would lay there crying.

Kate and I and her Tinkerbell sleeping bag hung out on the couch enjoying The Suite Life of Zack and Cody perhaps a bit too much.  We cuddled like buds til she felt better, like I wish some strung out, secretly broke ass babysitter had done for me.

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oh gah

October 14th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

i feel very small review of walls

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pitiful; pitiful

October 12th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


The homeless man had the right idea when he stuck the little sick kitten in his Money Box. He sat by the stairs down the L, making bank. The kitten mewed and earned the Man’s supper of beer and paper plates.

It reminds me of yesterday, when I – amidst the doing of 12 things at once – my bedroom a proverbial post office of envelopes and hole punches – in a frenzy to get scripts in the mail by the post mark deadline – stopped everything when I heard the sad mew of a little sick titten. It was behind my apartment (which I have no access to) and I could see it through the window – it was crying – it could barely stand up – it was stuck.

I panicked and did panicky things like grab dish towels like the towel would solve it, and run downstairs to try and break down doors, or something. I ended up beating down the door of the neighbor, who hopped the fence and saved the thing. Everything was about this titten. For those moments, This little mewmonster was everything ever. I dreamt of the little titten and I’s life together – and how it would thank me daily. But this titten, left for dead by its mother – was probably not for me, as it would grow up unstable with abandonment issues. It would get tramp stamp tattooes and steal ones from my wallet and would be rebellious, generally. It would skip school and forget my birthday. It would end up like this:


Um. Why does that exist? And why did I find it?

Ten dollars to anyone who can name anything sadder than the tragic mew of a sick babytat – or the image of one with a gun to its gob.

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Did you do this?

October 11th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

I really hope you didn’t.

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October 10th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


All day today while working a network party for,

I kept thinking to myself,

Is that too much to ask?! Is that so unreasonable?!

The answer, of course, is yes, Bekah; yes it is.

My unrealistic life expectations and I have some serious thinking to do.

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