Seth Zvi Rosenfeld
Seth Zvi Rosenfeld – American playwright and screenwriter—grew up where stories happened on the sidewalk, not the page. Long before he ever typed a script, he was watching lives unfold on the corners of Amsterdam Avenue. Those voices, that noise, that heat, it never left him. His work doesn’t chase trends. It listens. It remembers. And it tells the truth, even when it hurts. For over three decades, he’s written for stage, film, and TV, carrying the streets with him into every scene. Not to romanticize the struggle, but to show what’s real and what still matters.
Film & TV
Plays
Aye mi madre, Jesus, Mary, God” I’m cryin’ “Puta, fucking motherfucker!”, I’m coming, she’s coming, we’re both gonna burn in hell for this
There’s gotta somethin’ to be learned from this, otherwise that kid died for nothin’…Jesus Mike, are there kids out there dyin’ for nothin’?
My mother, she went away, she’s not coming back, I couldn’t make her…Now all I got is this gun
I said I didn’t love him, climbing out the hole, sinning like a thief in the night, trying to steal a soul
Motherfuckers build bridges, send people to the moon, make bombs that could kill everybody, all we wanna do is love each other, right?
Look at this park, bro. Bulldozers runnin’ over every step we ever took here! Runnin’ over our whole fucking lives and did anyone ask us?
On a hot summer night in 2005, a small handball park in New York becomes a crossroads for nine very different lives. Lovers steal moments. Players chase the game. Dreamers cling to hope. Around them, the neighborhood shifts, and everyone can feel change closing in. Power moves quietly, then suddenly. One choice sets off a chain of events, and some secrets prove too heavy to keep. The story reflects the sharp, street-level perspective shaped by Seth Zvi Rosenfeld’s New York roots and multicultural background, often a point of interest when people ask about Seth Zvi Rosenfeld’s ethnicity.
HandballBuy on Amazon
It’s late on Christmas Eve in New York City. The streets outside are quiet. Inside a small apartment, two songwriters, Sam and Brenda, are still awake. Their music careers haven’t taken off. Love hasn’t worked out either. They’re almost forty and feeling stuck. They spend the night talking and writing, trying to feel like themselves again. Old songs come up. Old feelings, too. Something is building between them. It’s been there for a while. Neither one has said it. As morning gets closer, they both feel it clearly. The real question is simple. Can they stay friends if one of them wants more?
Everythings Turning into BeautifulBuy on Amazon
Bernice is a young model in Boston, living a life she’s carefully reinvented. But after a violent encounter with an ex, she sends a desperate call for help to Servy — a man she hasn’t seen in years. He’s fresh out of prison, breaking parole to reach her, with his friend Scotty by his side. In Alphabet City’s projects, their reunion ignites old loyalties, risky choices, and truths that refuse to stay buried. It’s one of those raw, street-level stories that stand out among Seth Zvi Rosenfeld movies.
Servy -n- Bernice 4EverBuy on Amazon
In the late ’80s, crack tore through New York City like a storm no one saw coming. The party crowd thought they knew the rules — until the rules shattered overnight. Brothers, Mothers & Others holds three short plays born from that chaos. They’re raw snapshots of friends, families, and strangers trying to hold on while everything familiar slips away. Each one carries the heat, heartbreak, and grit of a city fighting for its soul.
Brothers, Mothers & OthersBuy on Amazon
Poetry
INDEFATIGABLE
I saw men dreaming vertically Then I saw you…
Strong words,
Well constructed,
Many syllables,
I saw you,
planting perennials,
Every day a gift,
words like inevitable
Are my enemy
I saw men dreaming vertically I saw Brick, I saw steel,
Then I saw you,
Same time as God,
And so we struggle.
he being God,
Me being…
Indefatigable
Not a day does he promise I grieve each night
My woman warrior
Her life,
And I dream of old age
grandchildren we won’t see Together
And I saw men dreaming vertically I saw bricks, I saw steel
And I saw you
the un-perrenial
And I know now
that,
I knew nothing
Of dreams.
