When a Giant Plucks a Tree
It was as if fate dropped into their beer mugs and they stared at it as it swirled into some cruel divination, which they imbibed with the relish of a cup everlasting. Here’s to Opportunity. Here’s to Recompense.
Brian Watkins is a writer originally from Parker, Colorado. His plays include My Daughter Keeps Our Hammer, The Bison of Kiowa,High Plains, among others. His work for both stage and film has been produced and developed in New York with b. swibel presents, New York International Fringe Festival, Horse Trade Theatre, Wide Eyed Productions, Emerging Artists Theatre, as well as with Route 66 Theatre in Chicago. Brian and his wife live in Brooklyn.
It was as if fate dropped into their beer mugs and they stared at it as it swirled into some cruel divination, which they imbibed with the relish of a cup everlasting. Here’s to Opportunity. Here’s to Recompense.
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