I'm crying after having read "Every, Every." Audiences will, too.
How is there so much vibrancy packed into a single 10-minute play? Greg Vovos shows the first spark of love, the despair during the aftermath of tragedy, magic theatricality, dramatic irony, the poetic/thoughtful dialogue found in Thornton Wilder's "Our Town," the blunt realistic dialogue of grief and loss. All of it woven together seamlessly, naturally as though it was always meant to be. And in Vovos' skilled hands, it is.
I'm crying after having read "Every, Every." You will, too.
I'm crying after having read "Every, Every." Audiences will, too.
How is there so much vibrancy packed into a single 10-minute play? Greg Vovos shows the first spark of love, the despair during the aftermath of tragedy, magic theatricality, dramatic irony, the poetic/thoughtful dialogue found in Thornton Wilder's "Our Town," the blunt realistic dialogue of grief and loss. All of it woven together seamlessly, naturally as though it was always meant to be. And in Vovos' skilled hands, it is.
I'm crying after having read "Every, Every." You will, too.