Daniel Brothers

 Welcome to Daniel Brothers' writing blog. Feel free to click the links above to find the various projects located here. Any work posted on this site is free to be used in any of your creative endeavors, find them under 28 Plays Later, and The Longest Shortest Month! Do also check out my listing of plays available for productions under "Plays". Contact information is in the about section.

Is your time still rolling forward?  In that over under world Or is time now going backwards?  Are you a year younger now?  Now that you’ve went and gone away, The way of Peter Pan or Benjamin button And all of us one day. Do your birthdays, six feet under bring you closer to the start?  Or do your death days just remind us that you’re slowly falling apart. I cant say now if you’re 26, or 25, or 24?  It pains me to think how I don't know if I care anymore. Not that I do not miss you, And weep for you in my bed Not that those hard set thoughts Don’t live inside my head It just no longer truly matters if you’re 24 or 25 The numbers feel inconsequential when you’re no longer alive.  

 There is a painting on my wall That is a little crooked Its been like that for a while.  But every time I look at it,  or should I say every time I’ve looked... What is the opposite of a smile?  A frown is too short term, and also too long I’m deflecting, the painting is crooked. It has been for a long time.  Change it, Ill say, I need a hammer I’ll say, It kind of works like it is I’ll say. But it still stays crooked, it still stays off kilter Not sure if it doesn’t feel right to straighten it, Or if I’m happy enough to let it be.  There is a wall behind my painting And its looking a little crooked

 I used to be a dreamer  How bleak, its not so bad.  I still dream sometimes.  But i used to be a dreamer, My days spent in the sun My back on the ground My body under treees My eyes in the clouds When i was a dreamer  I dreamt of bright futures Of everything I’d buy with a million dollars Of everything I’d do if i could stop time Of what it would be like to fly Through pear shaped clouds  That steal my gaze from school work Or work, work.  Steal me from all the things I dreamed  I was doing.  It’s not sad that i am no longer a dreamer. Because i live the life i dreamed of,  In a city where the trains roll by my window With thousands of interesting people on them People i could one day meet I could one day get to know I could one day fall in love  The dreams are still in me.  The dreamer is not.  Because as I lie under this tree With my body in the dirt And I look up at a cloudless sky Every dream a dreamer could dream up ...

 The ground is solid on my boots, Laced solidly for the long walk. My belt, one hole tighter for the weight I’ve lost. My back, one knot tighter for the weight I’ve gained My heart, no lighter for the peace I’ve found. I set out into unfamiliar territory,  Leaving my peace in pieces behind me  To find my truth the long way round.

  Daniel Brothers 2/21/2021 Old Friends and the Illusion of Control Setting:  A simple outdoor scene, overlooking a beautiful and majestic waterfall that is unseen. A bench in memoriam is looking out.  Characters 1: Wearing a sweater with a pigeon on it 2: Wearing simple black shirt and khakis  3: Wearing some form of hat At rise The sound of a waterfall rushing in the background as lights rise up 1: Oh lordy The three Chuckle as they reach the bench 2: That was definitely more of a hike than expected  3: Dude you’ve been here before! 2: Not here here, I’ve driven by a lot though 3: Oh ok. I see. Just driven by.  2: If we’re honest I didn’t know this path was here even 3: Fam I love finding weird paths in the woods.  1: Turned down it on a whim you could say  2: You could 3: If you were inclined to say something, uhhh, a little bit foolish 1: Oh yeah like you aren’t foolish 3: I never said that! Hehe. Let’s have a sit. 2: Way ahead of you 1: Thank...

  2/21/2021 Daniel Brothers Eurydicish  Characters Stones Eurydice Orpheus  An Interesting man Father Setting The beach and what lies below.  Orpheus: You can see the sky at night! It is filled with dots like the pinpricks on a player piano, shining through brightly on us. It sounds like beautiful music The two lovers dance in the calming ocean waves Eurydice: You think we should be here right now? Shouldn't we go?  Orpheus: We must! But I don't want to, I want to tie your hair into the starlight, so that you can feel the stars touch your soft head. But let's go!  He leaves quickly, eurydice trips and calls out Eurydice: Wait! Love of my heart!  An interesting man enters Man: Shall I help you?  Eurydice: You really shouldn't, I have a boyfriend.  Man: A boyfriend?  Eurydice: A fiance Man: A fiance?  Eurydice: He seems to have run off Man: Not a very good fiance.  Eurydice: No not at all.  Man: You should come swimming with...

  Daniel Brothers 2/19/2021 For Mom Characters Mom: A mom of a playwright Son: A Playwright Setting:  The living room of a family home, a tv console is set up in the corner and two very distinct messes exist not so happily coexisting on the various couches and seating  At Rise:  Son is writing using the TV as a computer screen, and playing music loudly. It is electronic and emotionally moving if you can get over the wub of the base. Mom enters Son: (Singing along and typing) and it feels like I am just too close to wubwubwubwub Mom: Hey, whats up?  Son: And its nothin, i can really wububububububub Mom: Edward! Rapidly turning around and stopping music Son: Yes mom?  Mom: What's up!  Son: Oh, I was just writing some new plays for the blog Mom: That's great! What are you writing?  Son: Do you want to hear it?  Mom: Why wouldn't I?  Son: It is sort of, sort of theatery Mom: Well I like theatery!  Son: Are you gonna say you don't get it...