The Dream At The End
A Grand Concourse
Somnambulists
HALF WAY THERE BUT FOR YOU
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Mark Blickley grew up within walking distance of New York’s Bronx Zoo. He is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild, PEN American Center, and Veterans For Responsible Leadership. His latest book is the flash fiction collection ‘Hunger Pains’ (Buttonhook Press). His musical spoken word performance piece, ‘Precious Bodily Fluids’, will be highlighted this December at the International Human Rights Art Movement Festival (IHRAF) in a week-long celebration of human rights at New York’s Tank Theater.
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