For this, the official Mother's Day edition of This Week in Theatre, we offer you a poem. Hopefully Hallmark is reading. Match each letter with its corresponding description after the jump to win a large bouquet of flowers and a handmade card. (Not really, but you will be able to decipher our Austinist pick of the week!) Mom. You didn’t judge me when I performed one man shows about body image and my burgeoning... more ›

And from the belly of the heaving bastard they ripped the dangling, puke-covered, festering, imp of a baby. Then they all blew themselves up and barbequed some genitalia. They called it…theatre. In honor of our Austinist pick of the week, we thought we’d get all Sarah Kane on your ass. If you’re not already familiar with the playwright that shocked the crap of every English theatre-goer right up until she killed herself in 1999,... more ›