This weeks piece is Shrinking Women by Lily Myers.
Since then, he has performed in hundreds of venues in fifteen countries.
Spend some time on the portfolio.
Every great story has a beginning, middle, and ending, not necessarily in that order.
I can only look at one thing at a time but you want me to see the confusion in the river, the house without walls and your childhood there.
Only Midas himself would understand.
Since then, he has performed in hundreds of venues in fifteen countries.
In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart.