Uncouth it was, a fall from grace, but when we passed the thick-barked tree I heard it, rustling, asking me to carve initials on its face— four—enclose them, and then trace a heart around them, making two one, albeit metaphorically. For Antony and Romeo are known only from what wasContinue Reading

The song is one we’ve known for years, and though The words may come from you, I am the one Who knows them all by heart. Your fingers dance On vinyl strings, and my blood pumps in time With every strum. How long did we see eye To eye, andContinue Reading

Descend. Be stone no more. – The Winter’s Tale “Was Shakespeare a Woman?” – Elizabeth Winkler, The Atlantic Remember, when absence comes along ringing his empty bell of doubt that everyone will someday dream about the loves they lost and those they left among the ruins when the bonds theyContinue Reading

The fae I found blessed me one winter day The way the act of how to give a curse Be swift with me and I will have my say Be wary before I rise and spill this verse. I bless you here with this Shakespearean curse: (A perfect Shakespearean sonnet)Continue Reading

I. Methinks you’ll not say I exaggerateIn telling you that history repeats;Full oft, I used my craft to contemplateThe many ways, o’er centuries, Time eatsHer own. And, certes, Caesar such a case.The senate stamped him praetor maximus,Unthinking the Republic to erase,Yet Ides of March proved Time more ravenous:Brought down decorum,Continue Reading

All that was mine in Silvia I give thee –Two Gentlemen of Verona How to make a woman mute: Give her to your friend like the object of affection she always was. In Shakespeare, lovers are always trading rings, each one the licked fingerprint of a beloved, an arrow toContinue Reading

Ghosts walk, and there are witnesses. Dead men live to tell their tales. We, to hear and wonder, keep the watch, and dream of vengeance, execute the play. Let love go, she will not stay thee from thy god-invited way. Death calls for death. A little company is all thatContinue Reading

He came to us in that odd way A feline knows– A porch seat empty, An opened can of tuna on the step His mind, a cat’s mind, simply seeking warmth and food. This feral creature did not know the generosity of a back rub, the safety of a lap.Continue Reading

After William Shakespeare’s “The Tragedy of Macbeth” (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17–28) His hour upon the stage Was a tale well told Full of love and meaning Signifying everything. Time should stop When one so special no longer is. The sun should not rise Nor the moon shine. ButContinue Reading