Ben Hertel’s Meadowdrama, which addresses the meaning, absurdity, and plain annoyance of life from the perspective of a flower and rock, delighted me no end.  It’s witty and rueful and real. Think Waiting for Godot meets The Far Side.   Enter the meadow and expect to be needled and charmed.
-Ana Maria Spagna, author of Uplake: Restless Essays of Coming and Going

Ben Hertel’s stark and delightful Meadowdrama strips the complexity of human communication and identity down to bare essentials. Sun, Hills, Rock, Flower. Like the loveable if slightly twisted inhabitants of Beckett’s plays or Callahan’s cartoons, Hertel’s characters dance out their eternal non-dialog blissfully wrapped in their own separate worlds. Join them as they parry and rebuff each other in an enjoyable banter that is unsettlingly familiar, contemporary, and as old as the hills.
-Tim McNulty, author of Ascendance and Olympic National Park, A Natural History

What if you had no one to talk with but a rock: morose, unresponsive, nasty and negative, plus always down on you? Or what if the only one you had to converse with was a flower: forever rosy, unreasonably upbeat, too cheerful by half, and maddeningly forward? Know anyone like that—either or both? The rock is forever, the flower for a few days only. Can she change his point of view in time? Tune in to the surprising, fresh, and delightful Meadowdrama to find out!
-Robert Michael Pyle, author of Evolution of the Genus Iris and Chinook & Chanterelle

Full of unexpected pathos.
-Todd Bohle, writer