Hamed

Male | Unspecified | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 3

EXTRACT: Eardrums ripped from my head. Teeth flying past me. Hair and eyeballs. Sinew and cartilage. Limbs and hands and fingers and toes, cartwheeling through the air. A river of blood, running down my street. My wife’s head scarf flies past me. Red. Soaked. Still wrapped around her… jaw? …her… cheekbone? What part of her is this? I don’t even know. Pieces of my wife, flying down my street. And other body parts, of other people. The flesh and skin of strangers, mixed in with my wife. And I don’t want to look. Don’t want to see. Want to close my eyes forever. …but I must look…

Hamed

Male | Unspecified | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 10

EXTRACT: We drive for sixteen hours; through small towns and villages. Down pot-holed roads of possibility. Finally the driver lets us out at a small dirty airstrip, where we get on a half broken plane. Rust in the metal, bolt missing from the wing. The outside air pours in on us as we taxi for takeoff. My daughter shouts out: We’re flying! We’re flying! I explain to her about the logic of flight; the physics of it - and she says No Baba; flying is magic, not physics. …and there’s a part of me which thinks yes; in this plane it is indeed magic…

Angel of Death

Non-binary | Unspecified | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 5

EXTRACT: Outside the exosphere, cosmic dust whispers down like rain. Dark nebulae build: dense. Impervious. A tiny flash of blinding light heralds the birth of a new star. The deepest of deep space still simmers with life. Plummet down, down through the thermosphere air so thin, breath is vacuumed from my lungs.

Angel of Death

Non-binary | Unspecified | Unspecified
Starts on page 15

EXTRACT: The air hums thick with us: clouds of winged death, soaring through the skies. Shift of air tells me we’re near. The stench of humans: onions and meat and rancid sweat. And there he is. Assignment in my sights. Male. Widowed. Last surviving son. The Sole Prospect for his struggling family: The fittest. The smartest. The hardest working. The golden egg of chance, ringed by a yolk of hope. Standing on a boat festered by salt and age and neglect, splintered hull barely rising above the waterline. Bobbing on the brine like a decomposing heart.

REVIEW

TIME OUT, CASSIE TONGUE, 2018.

"...it suggests that our capacity for compassion might be greater than even we know. It reminds us to care." - Cassie Tongue

REVIEW

SYDNEY ARTS GUIDE, JUDITH GREENAWAY, 2018.

"One superbly created story provoking compassion for all." - Judith Greenaway

REVIEW

SUZI GOES SEE, SUZY WRONG, 2018.

"The consequences of war, as we see here, are undoubtedly bleak, but more significant is the play’s implication that compassion has become a challenge of our times, and although pervasive and banal, our cruelty is deplorable and deeply shameful." - Suzi Wrong

REVIEW

REALTIME, KAYE HALL, 2018.

"The Sound of Waiting should be on every stage in every city and town in Australia." - Kaye Hall

REVIEW

BROADWAY WORLD, JADE KOPS, 2018

"...an engaging insight into the experiences of people who have had to flee their homelands, reminding people that for most it is a major decision and filled with anxiety and fear as they put their lives into other people's hands." - Jade Kops

WORLD PREMIERE SEASON

Knock-em-Down Theatre and Brown’s Mart Productions, 2017

RADIO INTERVIEW

ABC RADIO, DARWIN

Mary Anne Butler and Osamah Sami speak with Kate O'Toole in the rehearsal room.