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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>The Halcyon Blog - Latest Comments</title><link>http://thehalcyonblog.disqus.com/</link><description></description><atom:link href="https://thehalcyonblog.disqus.com/comments.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 02:36:03 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Spotlight Artist: Jenn Adams</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/08/spotlight-artist-jenn-adams#comment-1549076475</link><description>&lt;p&gt;What a beautiful person you are Jenn!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Allyce Torres</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 02:36:03 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: &amp;quot;Any Way&amp;quot; - On a Cast/Crew Q&amp;amp;A with Tim McNulty</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/fincoe/2014/08/any-way-castcrew-qa-tim-mcnulty#comment-1526874251</link><description>&lt;p&gt;"People connect a lot through silence". Beautiful. Can't wait to see this!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">CSV</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2014 11:48:45 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: But First, She Drove to His Grave </title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/first-she-drove-his-grave#comment-1412430441</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Home just as she left it, except now there was room to breathe. She had exorcised that demon. After finishing her burger, she pulled off onto the shoulder. Laughing, she popped the trunk and pulled out her battle ax. She hummed show tunes as she cleaned it, thinking how it wouldn't do, to let it get rusty.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">C. A. Pagan</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2014 13:38:24 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: But First, She Drove to His Grave </title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/first-she-drove-his-grave#comment-1412413822</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Home just as she left it, except the smell. She filled her lungs with a big breath, the fir trees climbed deep inside her. Rooted within while the sun-rays beat down, she cut across two lines and on to the greater highway. Light and heat reflected and danced off cars as she drove into the East. She continued her duel with the Sun all day, until it and the rest of her world were far behind. Ahead in the twilight, the largest mountains grinned wide in welcome.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">brockettvola</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2014 13:26:26 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: But First, She Drove to His Grave </title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/first-she-drove-his-grave#comment-1412411293</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Home just as she left it, except the sky had never been&lt;br&gt;clearer – like she was. Her soul was cluttered like an old attic ever since she&lt;br&gt;left his tombstone, a grandiose composition of granite that spoke volumes of&lt;br&gt;his eccentric nature. She felt the weight of his world linger off her shoulders&lt;br&gt;like the last bite of her burger. But for some reason, the cigarette she lit&lt;br&gt;while on the trail to Oregon couldn’t taste any sweeter than it did now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Vagabond Maurice</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2014 13:24:44 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/allycetorres/2014/05/join-story#comment-1409009517</link><description>&lt;p&gt;But first, she farted.  It felt good to get it out. Like her disappointment in her life, she whistled that fart out and let it go away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Damnit," she softly whispered. She was downwind.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Laura Stephenson</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2014 16:44:39 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/allycetorres/2014/05/join-story#comment-1408995251</link><description>&lt;p&gt;But first, she needed a drink. She parked her car at the QT gas station she'd known her whole childhood. As she entered, the automatic ding sounded and Charlie looked up from the counter. "Same old same old?" He reached for a speedy gulp cup and started to pull the icee machine on. "No Chuck.  I want something else." She opened the freezer door and pulled out the six pack. She thumped a twenty on the counter then popped open a bottle on the doorjam.  She tossed the empty glass in the trash and started to work the second open as she turned the ignition.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Laura Stephenson</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2014 16:34:53 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/allycetorres/2014/05/join-story#comment-1408402804</link><description>&lt;p&gt;the LAST one?! Sounds like the beginning of a horror story!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Christine Lin</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2014 11:31:08 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/allycetorres/2014/05/join-story#comment-1408401305</link><description>&lt;p&gt;But first, she dropped the bubble-wrapped package into the corner mailbox. A ring strung on a chain, the promise had been in her possession for too long, a symbol of the life she couldn't force herself to lead. "I love you, but I can't. I'm so sorry..." read the note folded around it. The dull thud of the package hit the bottom of the mailbox, echoing the last burden falling from her neck. She took a deep breath of the morning air around her, finally free.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Christine Lin</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2014 11:30:17 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/allycetorres/2014/05/join-story#comment-1407528587</link><description>&lt;p&gt;But first, she drove by the place where the bastard was buried and flicked her cigarette at the spot. Small rings of smoke rose from dead grass and the breeze took them away. She said bye to daddy the way he always had: with a careless wave and turned back goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't funny, but she smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">brockettvola</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2014 20:10:04 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/allycetorres/2014/05/join-story#comment-1407172448</link><description>&lt;p&gt;She had one final loose end to tie. He had been good to her since she came into town, even letting her sleep on his couch during one of the darker months. Though he would never ask for a goodbye, she knew she couldn't close the chapter without a nod to the first man to see her as she saw herself. Not simply as a woman, but as a soul zipped into a body, bursting at the seams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She pulled up to his bookstore and caught his eye through a stained glass window. An expressionless eye contact. Silent. Understood. This would be the last time she would talk to her mentor. If she wrote, he wouldn't answer. Not because he didn't want to, but because he no longer needed to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She watched the small town shrink into her rearview and shared the road with the sun as it rose over Oregon. Home just as she left it, except now...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Caity Violette</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2014 16:14:14 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/join-story#comment-1402842632</link><description>&lt;p&gt;With an intent to wander, she decided to return to the place she called home. It had been years, but she knew in order to find herself she would have to return to her roots. It was here in this small town she learned...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"> Noelle Velasco</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2014 17:41:48 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/join-story#comment-1401541850</link><description>&lt;p&gt;With an intent to wander, she decided she was tired of living a safe life. She had used up all of her excuses.. She packed a backpack, making sure to leave her fear behind, this was the time to travel light. She drove to the airport. As she approached the counter she took a deep breath and asked the ticket agent for a ticket to...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">C. A. Pagan</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 17:01:28 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/join-story#comment-1401196727</link><description>&lt;p&gt;the Pacific Northwest. Her eyes focused on the lush green forests and possibility of Portland. She had a friend there. Someone she hadn't seen in ages. She packed up her car and began to drive. It would take days. The first leg of her trip would take her to...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">MariselaTreviñoOrta</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 13:06:27 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Join the Story</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/caitysheaviolette/2014/05/join-story#comment-1401122082</link><description>&lt;p&gt;With an intent to wander, she decided that her mother was wrong. Adventurers ARE sexy. "I have to stop waiting for someone else to show me the way. I'm out of here. Next stop..."&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">HalcyonJenn</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 12:13:25 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Things We Love: Nanda at the Green Show</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/tony/2012/09/things-we-love-nanda-green-show#comment-1038633851</link><description>&lt;p&gt;this is my new Favorite Video. awesome. I love action theatre!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Warren</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2013 12:23:26 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Down the Silk Road</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/fincoe/2013/02/down-silk-road#comment-810988203</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Thank you very much for this honest post. I'm so glad that the conversation was productive and forward-moving (and very bummed to have missed this!). Looking forward to seeing what comes out of this dialogue at every level.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Yi Jihae</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 15:44:11 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Down the Silk Road</title><link>http://halcyontheatre.org/blog/fincoe/2013/02/down-silk-road#comment-804933455</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks for this post, Fin. It sounds like an amazing conversation and I'm glad you wrote about it here. Here's to Progress and feeling the way we feel.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Christine Lin</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 19:04:13 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Yes it’s true- I play Maj!</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/denisehoeflich/2012/05/yes-it%E2%80%99s-true-i-play-maj#comment-695980047</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I completely agree with you, So Gratitude a lot for sharing a great informative details about maj and mahjong game here. I really love this post. Definiyely I will try play this game.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jems Berry</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 01:32:17 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: &amp;quot;Dreaming a New Theatre&amp;quot;Panel on Saturday 8/4 (free)</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/tony/2012/08/dreaming-new-theatrepanel-saturday-84-free#comment-639642583</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks - I've forwarded the link onto our grants commission.  I appreciate it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jvenskus</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2012 15:05:26 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: &amp;quot;Dreaming a New Theatre&amp;quot;Panel on Saturday 8/4 (free)</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/tony/2012/08/dreaming-new-theatrepanel-saturday-84-free#comment-629725084</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Video's now live here &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/mvBTQBnyrTk" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="http://youtu.be/mvBTQBnyrTk"&gt;http://youtu.be/mvBTQBnyrTk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Tony Adams</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 15:04:32 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: &amp;quot;Dreaming a New Theatre&amp;quot;Panel on Saturday 8/4 (free)</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/tony/2012/08/dreaming-new-theatrepanel-saturday-84-free#comment-627888469</link><description>&lt;p&gt;We're hoping to have it up in the next day or so. Sorry about the delay.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Tony Adams</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 15:05:09 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: &amp;quot;Dreaming a New Theatre&amp;quot;Panel on Saturday 8/4 (free)</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/tony/2012/08/dreaming-new-theatrepanel-saturday-84-free#comment-627880165</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Any idea when the recording of this panel will be available?  Thanks!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jvenskus</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:55:00 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Meet the Cast of A Lover&amp;#039;s Dismantling!</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/sarahlaeuchli/2012/06/meet-cast-lovers-dismantling#comment-584356581</link><description>&lt;p&gt;These four m'ijos and all their hard work make me indeed very proud!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Alex Gualino</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 13:07:24 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Meet the Cast of A Lover&amp;#039;s Dismantling!</title><link>http://www.halcyontheatre.org/blog/sarahlaeuchli/2012/06/meet-cast-lovers-dismantling#comment-565097619</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Wow! I can't wait to come to a rehearsal to watch all of this in action! I am SO glad you guys are having such a good time, and we are really lucky to have you all involved with the festival. Thank ou for putting your heart, your vulnerability, and your truth into it!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jennifer Adams</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2012 23:42:16 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>