A horror short story by Joshua Powell.
The bas-relief face gazed back at me with its rictus rusted in place, a harsh contrast to the slime green paint peeling from the Texas summer brick. 2,333 more words
Hey everyone…although it seems like a relatively quiet summer here at Boomerang, it’s been anything but that. In our first summer without an outdoor Shakespeare production since 1999 (some 18 free shows in parks throughout NYC), we’ve been incredibly busy with preparations for the 2016/2017 season. 235 more words