Queens’ Puppet Workshop Plays in Jackson Heights

Jackson Heights pulled last night with Queens’ Puppet Workshop, threading NYC’s spring at a 37th Avenue loft. Puppeteer Lena Carter taught strings as 40 danced, a $15 class for wooden limbs. It’s borough tales—pure Queens vibe, rods hot. A kid jerked a marionette; a pro spun a tale. ‘Queens plays—this is it,’ Carter says, knotting lines. The room turned theater.

The shop’s fresh—March 18’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing tables by 6 p.m. Carter’s a Corona stringer; last night’s crowd hit max—wood clacked. A latecomer nabbed a puppet; dust flew—NYC grit glowed. Shows hit the stage—whimsy ruled. #QueensPuppet trended; Brooklyn wants a thread.

Some griped—’Too tricky,’ sniped a newbie, dodging tangles. Space pinched—latecomers stood; charm held. A rival’s pitching a Flushing pull, splitting rods. Still, 50 stayed—tales reigned. Jackson Heights’s never played so bold.

Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a show if spring bites. ‘NYC’s kids—this moves ‘em,’ she says, packing props. The shop’s a Queens win—grit meets whimsy. It’s a puppet rush; join the next. Bring a stick—strings call.