by Jarod Witkowski
The cloud of smoke rose like mourning.
Firemen gathered, proved to me once more,
birds of a fire flock together.
Point of origin, thin air? Possibly.
Hours and Hours.
Fighting, we’re fighting.
Finally a voice called out,
“Go home to your mother and kiss her goodnight.”
Jarod is a graduate of Cleveland State and currently an MFA playwright at Cleveland State University. Playwriting hasn’t always been in his life; he began writing short fiction and his love of dialogue transferred his efforts to the stage. Jarod recently had a staged reading of his play Kite Lines Cross that may turn into a thesis production. In all likelihood it will be submitted for Little Box at Cleveland Public Theatre next season. Jarod’s current project is an adaptation of Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio.