This unbroken heart rests

November 12, 2019

This unbroken heart rests, heavily, on a shelf of marble with glass supports, middle of a cracked wall, so when light hits just ever so, glass recedes from the eyes and marble bursts, through and sudden, unapologetic and rude. Otherwise all appears still, statuary; movement is one of God's crass illusions. (The neighbor dry as dust arrives home again, on late hour, and you remark how alone he must be and the room sneers, my, you can certainly relate to the heavy footstep up the staircase.) Expect a heart to start beating, any day now, but this unbroken thing mocks, silently, keeping its so sad secrets sadly.

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Donaldson

Christopher Donaldson is an actor, poet, playwirght, and painter living in Chicago. Acting roles have included The Professor, Ulysses (Plagiarists); Norris, Harry’s Halfway House (Rebekah Theatre Project); Geodonvsky, The Home of the Gentry (On the Spot); Detective Hill, Henry Moore is Melting (Cold Basement), and Nosferatzenburger, Scott Janus: Monster Hunter and Mr. Cooper, The Silent Night of the Living Dead (New Millennium). A Second City Conservatory grad, he’s studied with TUTA, Neo-Futurarium, and The Artistic Home, where he also understudied as Dorn in The Seagull and George in Le Parents Terribles. Also a playwright, he’s had work produced throughout Chicago, most recently the shorts “Dyna-Babe” at Otherworld’s Paragon Fest ’16 and “FullStop” as part of the Women’s Theatre Alliance New Play Development Workshop and (the possibly legally actionable) Kill Viktor I & II with his old pals, New Millennium Theatre Company. #PonyFingers

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