TRADITION OF SILENCE
A ruthless and ambitious mob captain. An idealistic FBI agent. And a woman in-the-know caught between two worlds, torn by her loyalties, her conscience, and her heart. The story of the lounge singer, Vivianna Sallese, unfolds during secret sessions with FBI Special Agent Harry Cipriani. As she reveals the family secrets underlying her marriage to mob captain Aldo Ruccio, Vivianna discovers her own heart as she learns to trust Harry, her unlikely ally. The lives of Harry and Vivianna quickly entwine in a unique relationship that strengthens with time, and stands the test of even the most damning confessions of guilt and betrayal.
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BRIGHT RED BOOTS
Download songs from my former band, Bright Red Boots, on iTunes - or contact me for a limited edition CD (4 original signed copies left). Also available via BandCamp.
Emily Rainbow Davis (songwriter, lead vocals, lead guitar)
Vince Ricci (rhythm guitar, back-up vocals)
George Henik (tuba, trombone, cello)
Alexa (Devin) Vicich (djembe, cymbal, maracas, claves, washboard)
Lilith: Full-length play in two acts; 2 W, 3 M
Sottopassaggio (Underpass): One-Act play in three scenes, available in Italian and English; 2 W, 2 M, 4 N
The Lavender Factor: One-Act play, 1 W
Paul Campbell Hits The Bigtime: One-Act play, 1 W, 1 M
SELECTED THEATRE WORK
Two Gentlemen of Verona: Lance
The Vagina Monologues: Vagina Workshop
Saint Joan: Joan (WorkShop Theatre Co)
Lysistrata: Myhrinne (NY Renaissance Faire)
The Tempest: Stephano (Phare Play)
The Questioning: Madya Hussan (originated) (Emerging Artists)
Macbeth: Witch 3 / Young Seyward
Liberty, The Musical: Peter the Newsboy (WorkShop Theatre Co)
Niya Tey Soung: Det. Maria Sanchez (orig.) (WorkShop Theatre Co)
Much Ado About Nothing: Margaret
MidSummer Night’s Dream: Hermia (WorkShop Theatre Co)
Treasure Island: Jim Hawkins
Peter Pan: Michael Darling (Theatreworks USA)
Butterflies Are Free: Jill Tanner
(Theatre a la Carte)
The Cherry Orchard: Anya
(Millenium Stage, Paris, France /
The Millionairess: Patricia Smith (Westside Repertory)
The Matchmaker: Ermengarde (Westside Repertory)
The Country Wife: Dainty Fidget (Westside Repertory)
An Inspector Calls: Sheila Birling (Theatre a la Carte)
The Star-Spangled Girl: Sophie Rauschmeyer (Arts on the Mountain)
The Pajama Game: Gladys Hotchkiss (Pocono Mt Musicals)
Once Upon a Mattress: Queen Aggravain (Pocono Mt Musicals)
The Heiress: Catherine Sloper
(Why? Theatre Project)
(WorkShop Theater Co)
The Children’s Hour: Martha Dobie (Why? Theatre Project)
The Sign in Sidney Brustein's Window: Iris (Illyria Theatre)
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA
Judith Shakespeare Company
"No doubt the one conspicuous star turn is Candide's Crab, which bests all the human actors onstage. With a deadpan reminiscent of Buster Keaton, this Crab (of indeterminate breed) is a born dog actor. Shifting to the human actors, there are also strong performances in this thirteen-member cast. The natural acting of Alexandra Devin as Lance is quite apropos for her homespun monologues..."
~ Curtain Up
"Lance and Crab are played perfectly by Alexandra Devin and her dog Candide. There is a well-known saying among actors that you should never go onstage with a live animal, because the audience will watch the dog and not you. But Alexandra, who has strong character-acting chops and an interesting, expressive face, holds her own against her pup (though he is pretty darn cute)."
~ Theatre is East (theasy.com)
"Alexandra Devin steals every scene as Lance (with her real-life dog Candide!)."
Phare Play Productions
"The play really takes off when the inebriated Trinculo and Stephano walk, or rather stumble, onstage. In Hankins and Devin, the cross-dressing possibilities come to a most successful conclusion. Their mock sword fight using dueling pistols is inspired. Their braggadocio sits rakishly on female shoulders."
~ The NY Theatre Wire
THE ORGANIST'S DAUGHTER
The WorkShop Theater Company
"The organist's...daughter, Anna-Margareta, [was] played with a delightful and encouraging wink in her eye by Alexandra Devin."
New York Actors Ensemble
"Among many...fine contributions are Letty Ferrer, Audrey Maeve Hager, and Alexandra Devin as the trio of eerie but giddy weird sisters."
"There were...strong performances by Letty Ferrer, Audrey Maeve Hager, and Alexandra Devin as the Weyward Sisters."
BUTTERFLIES ARE FREE
Theatre a la Carte
"Playing opposite [Richard Holst] as the free-spirited girl next door is the likable Alexandra Devin...They play off each other well and make an always engaging couple."
~ Queens Chronicle
THE CHERRY ORCHARD
Westside Repertory Theatre
"[Among the] noteworthy performances...lovely Alexandra Devin brought charm and sympathy to the ingenue role of Anya, the younger sister. Her scenes...were touching, as she begins to see a brighter future in a new world order."
TAVERN ON THE NET
Useful Arts Ensemble
"The auspicious meeting between a teenage runaway (Alexandra Devin) and a former high school teacher (Mike Jankowitz), fired following an indiscretion with a student, forms the dramatic fulcrum of the play. Theirs is the...truly absorbing tale here."
Westside Repertory Theatre
"The supporting actors...did play their parts to the hilt: [among them] Alexandra Devin as Horace's weepy niece, Ermengarde. They weren't afraid to overplay the distinctive traits and foibles of their characters and thus were a lot of fun to watch."
Westside Repertory Theatre
"The performers...handled the mountain of dialogue with notable aplomb, and they all offered sharply defined performances. This was no minor achievement."
"Alexandra Devin's Patricia Smith (Alistair's 'other' wife) is Epi's total opposite, demure, agreeable, and just the person Alistair can control."
~ Theatre Reviews Limited
A POEM FOR POPPOP
Poppop - pianos - powerful paws
playing popular songs, improvised jazz
playing trumpet and tennis
tickling ivory keys and brass valves
tackling tennis balls (until they tackled him)
teaching tennis and piano with patience
Poppop patiently playing.
Poppop Dragon - reluctant dragon - dancing and dodging
howling when his dragon tail caught in the door
hovering handwriting of his dragon poems
silly sashays with me as his sea serpent.
Sea - sailing - sailboat Sunfish Poppop
swimming and sailing on the Great and Finger Lakes,
listening to lilting waves
and catching whipping wind in smooth sails.
Poppop Carpenter constructing cradle and chair
crafting models, dollhouse, mending watches and jewelry,
Cultivating gardens and deconstructing crossword puzzles,
cracking croquet balls through white wickets.
Poppop patient while plied with little girl fingers
braiding his white hair into alfalfa sprouts.
Poppop in soft red and white sweater
sitting at the piano, powerful paws that patted my head.
"Be good. Behave yourself."
Poppop of music, harmony, and rhythm,
his vibration shifts to a new frequency -
listen for it in the dragon cave
as the tide flows out to sea.
take the blue sky and fold it up into a big turquoise tent that stands tall in a clearing
wake up in the blue morning surrounded by blue walls and blue floor sweating blue
fall out of blue into green green green grass so much grass so green it glows so green it hurts
bare feet glide through green grass blue jeans and blue shirt in green grass
bathe in brown water but blue sky makes blue water held by green grass
brown water over
sun-browned skin brown eyes in sun-browned faces
sun-browned hands hold me in
brown water water makes brown hair black slick black like oil black black oil reflects bright yellow sun yellow sparkles on black hair and brown water and wet browned skin
crawl out of yellow sparkles onto green grass reach for tiny purple wild flowers stroke purple over browned skin under brown eyes smell purple scent so faint is it there or is purple scent only browned skin on green grass near brown water under yellow sparkles sparks flames flames fire orange fire snap snap under white moon glow night black night laugh in white orange heat leap in blue jeans and blue shirt onto brown dirt black dirt I’ll wrestle you into brown dirt black dirt and I’ll win because you underestimate me in my blue jeans and blue shirt with my brown eyes that stroked purple over your browned skin
and so roll down a hill a green hill a long green hill roll in the black night in white moon glow
roll roll down down roll like Chopin rolling music down ivory white keys
roll roll down down roll into big blue tent
then kiss red passion on red lips red from orange
fire heat red from wrestling in brown dirt black dirt red from rolling down green hill long green hill take the blue tent holding red and throw it back to the sky night black sky and tell me whisper to me in the night black sky that white moon glow sparkles in my brown eyes
we swirl across the room, you and I
my hand in yours
your palm at my back
two partners making love to a dance
and if I falter or stumble
you catch me
carry me along
we are connected by our bodies
pressed together by love
of the dance
of each other
but the floor is crowded
and you need to lead
to keep from careening
into the others
on the dance floor
and your eyes
are always there
on the rest
of the world
and you forget
to look at me
in your arms
A SONNET OF THE ABSTRACTIONIST
I wanted it to be appropriate
for me, because with it, life seemed quite good,
and simply so serene, with time to wait
as calm washed o'er my mind; as calm it could.
But circumstances caused me to feel that big
things, more important things, could cut quite deep
into the souls of consciousness. To dig
a hole down, further down, to find, to reap,
was necessary in the revelation
that a proof was found to change my mind;
to make me realize: a quirky nature
can be similar to one, in kind,
to one bright shining and glorious flame,
makes life more interesting and untame.
dark cold night
laughing in the night
running and laughing
racing and teasing
the cold cold night
embracing the stars
in the laughing night
long green hill
steep steep green
on the long long hill
laughing on the hill
lie down on the hill
long green hill
roll roll roll roll
down the hill
down down down down
roll down the hill
the long steep hill
laughing at the bottom
of the long rolling hill
tangled and dirty
laughing in the night
with the starry night
with the long long green
steep rolling rolling hill
I was small, and I was round.
Just crawling, I think.
All over the house, up, and down.
And right there in front of me was
I scrambled over the scratchy carpet,
my aim, the brown cotton upholstery
covered in yellow flowers
with a long skirt of material hanging to the floor, covering
I crawled to the brown cloth
passing clumsily under it
until I was enclosed in the dark
where slivers of light peeked through on four sides of
I turned around underneath
and poked my face out,
the skirt covering my head like a veil.
I smiled for the camera my mother snapped in my face.
Then I tried to crawl out, and my shoulders stopped me.
I tried to crawl backwards, and my head stopped me.
Back and forth, back and forth - I was stuck in
HANDPRINTS ON THE WALL
I felt old today,
Watching the two little boys.
I kept thinking,
I'm your daddy's cousin.
I picked up a spray bottle,
filled with soapy, sudsy solution,
and a rag.
I knelt by the first smudge.
A peanut butter hand.
I cleaned it
until it was gone.
The next was a grape jelly hand.
And after that, glue.
there he was.
with blond curls.
A cherub in diapers.
Placed a kiss on his cheek.
I didn't feel old today.
now he may walk through the land of eternal summer
and play his violin and drink a toast
and dance a jig and sing to opera.
always laugh, dear old man.
I hope your peace is beautiful away from this crazy world.
kiss the stars for me and I'll see you on the path someday
as you hold out your hand and wait for me to catch up.
i'll miss your David Niven smile
and that shiny forehead below your thin greasy hair
you washed with bar soap in the shower instead of shampoo.
long and lanky, wiggle your ears and jiggle your limbs;
play silly finger games.
I won't forget what you taught me.
so you came to this country at 17.
you were from Croatia but born in Austria and grew up in Italy.
Va bene, va bene.
You bought a knife at the dollar store and it cost you one dollar, one dollar,
and you were so proud.
and you got so sick of being told what to do
and how to do it
and when we left that time you cried as if to say,
"Don't leave me!"
and then you sat in a chair in the corner and scratched at your legs and fell asleep,
but I played you music
and showed you pictures of Kennedy and Reagan
and you colored in Winnie the Pooh
and punched out the pop-up Noah's Ark model and figures.
only in the VA home about a year.
not too long.
didn't want to eat.
you weren't stupid.
you knew it was time and you were tired.
tired of life and the effort it took.
somewhere you knew in that knotted-up mind that
the land of eternal summer beckoned and called
so you decided you might as well follow.
back to dust now.
blow away and let the wind take you in her arms
and dance you off to the next best thing.
dance well, sweet old man.
ciao, mio nonno. arrivederci.
tell me, love, where are you?
can you tell me, show me -
where do I go?
talking to me in riddles I can't figure out.
where do they lead to?
no concentration - everything diffuses - no focus.
give me passion - fire, emotion, love.
the full moon had a ring around it
cold and strange - kind of yellow
I know what that means...things are shifting
change is coming
something's gotta give
happened the same way last time, too,
same time of year.
and I put the breaks on.
so now this time it was you -
you put the breaks on
and then I saw the moon
what was it? just last week
that full moon with a ring around it
and so I let loose and dared
to step out on the wire
see what happens
things shifted and change came -
something gave way just like the moon said it would
you said, you've grown, you've become a woman
and I knew you were right
but I said, it was because of you
now I wonder if that's true
was it you or was it me?
when I grew out of who I used to be
some flighty teen who thought she had love all figured out
never anticipated all the shit that others go through
thought I'd been burned by a one-night stand
I didn't know the half of it
so I start out fresh
but this time I'm older
so why does my heart flutter
when you finally put your arm around me?
why does my chest dip
when you finally kiss me for real?
why do I feel
like a silly kid back in high school deep inside?
is it just physical?
am I just responding to stimuli
when I've been missing it?
or is it real?
is it you?
how do I tell the difference
between what's true and if it's you?
is it real? is it you?
I want to walk up behind you
and wrap my arms around your chest
and nibble on your ear
and get the taste of flesh between my teeth
and see if it turns you on.
I am so...very...hungry...
are you safe and warm in your bed tonight?
or are you still catering to the whims of others,
waiting on tables when it should be a holiday?
at least there's heat, even if the electricity has been cut off.
cat burrows under my covers - warm body.
thinks she's so brave but there's fear behind the bravado.
am I the same? is it an act?
or is my confidence solid?
where's the rock?
sometimes I need to let the valve loose
and let the top blow
BLOW BLOW BLOW
just enough to get the courage flowing
but it feels so good to be honest for once
I need nights like this for truth -
who cares where it comes from
just flow on out like a waterfall and keep on coming
maybe it's not too late to blow off a little steam
where is my mind tonight?
why can't my whole life be as free as this?
I want freedom - this is freedom -
no curfew, no bedtime, just free as a bird
and well it won't last
but I'll get there eventually
I'll hit the height I'm aiming for
swear to my full moon goddess
I'll get there
wait and see
nothing better hold me back because I won't wait
dizzy from the height
need some tender love and care -
is it out there?
can you hear me calling for it?
the truth is there
secrets be damned
I wanna dance til dawn