I sit in the vast, green meadow watching the tips of grass sway The sun’s rays dance across my shoulders…
It’s 11:11 They say “make a wish” I know I should hope for some other thing but I still throw…
The juicy red skin of a luscious tomato The pungent flesh of that riveting, ripe fruit The pleasure from…
The hills were dying. The dirt underfoot had turned from a rich red to a dull black in a similar…
They move like ants. Up and down and back up again, scurrying into their hiding holes with some purpose I…
Devil’s Quill recently reached out to Joshua Gordon to discuss Ridge Drama Club’s upcoming fall production of Noises Off. I…