Tag: Stage Craft

I don’t look in the mirror anymore because it always startles me when I don’t recall the face. This year I had the most solitary...

The trumpets that break the dawn A fanfare to the dying and unborn Passion replaced by duty Love replaced by fear And the ticking of the clock Says “Young...

She died in my arms Not a word was said In silence we rose And got out of our bed Her eyes would flash I knew them too well Every...