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Laura

Laura

Portland, Oregon

I'm a little tea cup.

November prompt: Mortified

The next Broken Planetarium is Mortified. Inspired by the podcast, and that Frankenstein who looked in horror at what he made, we are looking to examine how we perceive our own art. Take something that you have created that now embarrasses you and bring it to share. You can bring

In the works: upcoming Folk Opera for Fertile Ground 2016

About Frankenstein: A Cabaret From the producers and writer of last year's The Snow Queen: A Folk Opera, Frankenstein is reset in the changing and charged atmosphere of contemporary Portland. The story of Mary Shelley's monster comes alive through eerie folk music, contemporary dance, and cabaret

September Prompt: Stuck in the Middle

A sandwich is often named after its insides. Tolkien didn't write about no Upper or Lower Earth. And who is happier in a triple spoon than Lucky Pierre? This month we celebrate the middle, the median, the filling. Write a novel set at midnight, about a middle manager

August Prompt: The Copycat

After a July hiatus, the next Broken Planetarium will be Friday, August 7th. 6:00 pm potluck/ 7:00 pm start. The theme is copycat. Take someone else's idea that you've loved, and like a cat, bat it around in your paws while it suffers, then

June Prompt: Propacalypse

The next Broken Planetarium is Sunday, June 28th. The theme is pro-pocalypse. In a world, where too many film previews start with "in a world" and then show an apocalyptic setting, how can we envision a positive future? How is a positive future possible if we never

May Prompt: Stowaway

The next Broken Planetarium will be Friday, May 29th at 7:00. The theme is stowaway. Let's not keep art and life as separate spheres. Don't have your day job and then your night of unpaid nude fluting. Where can art stowaway in your daily life?

April Prompt: Origin Story

The next Broken Planetarium will be Saturday, April 25th at 7:00 (potluck) and 8:00 (start). The theme is Origin Story. For millennia, religion had the monopoly on where we came from: from a rib, a misogynistic swan, a scoop of clay, a bossy finger, or a crazy dance.