In SILVER BULLET TRAILER, an unborn child runs away from home and travels through a western dreamscape meeting casualties of American ambition: cowboys, Indians, hookers, and magicians. Meanwhile, his expectant mother's nightmares play out onstage until they meet again.

From the playwright, Julie Shavers:

Sometimes I think we forget what a ridiculous thing it is to grow another person inside one's body. It's a human thing. One of the few things we all have in common regardless of race, class or gender. We all had a unique birth experience that was a matter of life and death. We each shared this experience with another person and whether we like our mamas or not we're part of them by virtue of having spent time in their entrails. Such closeness breeds intense unexpected emotion and it's from this fertile place that Silver Bullet Trailer is born.

Nothing says America to me like a broken down airstream trailer. I think it's the ambition of buying a house on wheels failing as it sits motionless and rusts. I love that it's enormous and shiny like a spaceship yet personal like a nest. I saw quite a few of these marooned on patches of dirt out west bedecked with flags and Christmas lights. It was like seeing the age of the American idealist sun bleached and decomposing. It's this lonesome, ragged beauty that I want to explore.

I don't feel called to preach. But, I do feel like I want to shine a light on what is true and hilarious in this life. It's sometimes glorious, sometimes awful and sometimes difficult to tell the difference. The characters of Spider and Man are voices that sprung from anxiety dreams. When I first moved to New York I spent a year assisting Saikou Diallo in running a foundation dedicated to the memory of his son Amadou, a young Guinean, who was shot forty one times by the NYPD. It was amazing how quickly the whole thing was swept under the rug. I doubt this would have been the case were he a rich white kid. As a middle class southern white woman with a half Cherokee grandma I was inspired to take a good look at where I came from, how people treat each other and how human callousness continues to manifest over generations.

Why is one person more important than another? Why do we dehumanize each other? Why doesn't it hurt more to see a murdered body on TV? Is it a good idea to bring new life into this world? I don't have the answers, but hopefully this play will inspire those who see it to ask the questions. And to laugh because life is ridiculous.