Worstward Ho
The father and his child plod somehow on past Croker’s Acres, down the fields and lanes.
The father and his child plod somehow on past Croker’s Acres, down the fields and lanes.
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
Is it any different from anyone else? Is anyone even listening? The musician doesn’t know.
I’m standing in a queue waiting to get into my own show.