I write plays.

My passion is storytelling.

When I write I live fully in the space of tell the story you wish to read. I value searching for the truth in enigmatic experiences. I think my stories, like my life, quest toward vulnerability, acceptance, and meaning. Are these the big three the soul searches for—to be safe, seen, and deeply connected to the story you tell yourself?

As I continue to develop my skills, I am branching into new narrative styles and storytelling techniques. What does truth look like in this package? Could I earn an ah-ha in this ephemeral nothing of a moment? Is there an art movement to further draw on this concept? Or the big one—I like that, why the fuck do I like that? How did I do that? Its play, really.

If you’d like to read my work for performance consideration, please contact me.

Full-Length Plays

by Andrew Blake Stam

  • Dad’s funeral was just last week, Vivian and her boyfriend are about to leave for college, and Mom is poppin’ addys to clean through the pain. What’s an 11-year-old to do? Put on Mom’s best heels and throw a dinner party of course!

    Join the Joplin family as they pick up the pieces and try to cope through the chaos of grief and betrayal. When everything is shit, what can you cling to? For Jeremiah, it’s himself. The most misunderstood, he is the most authentic. The most unaccepted, he is the most accepting. 

    Amidst the pandemonium there is a knock at the door. But who is Evelyn?

  • On the brink of Y2K the Garfield family loses their matriarch. When feelings are left intensely ambivalent how do you grieve, find closure, and memorialize complicated relationships? There is no one answer, but Art is a fitting place to start. 

    Saturated in visceral Neo-Expressionism and bittersweet New Wave melodies, this abstruse recital weaves through the past, present, and places you go with only yourself.  

    When the new millennium arrives, how can you be okay with alone?