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If you watch a lot of tv, especially critically acclaimed, you might come to suspect that a woman is a pair of tits attached to broken, a hurt circuit flipped again and again. It’s like we get written into believing we are the worst thing ever done to us. SoContinue Reading

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Editor’s note: in order to preserve the author’s formatting, the piece is presented here as a PDF document. John Sullivan was an ACTF Playwriting finalist, received the ‘Jack Kerouac Literary Prize,’ the ‘Writers Voice: New Voices of the West’ Award, AZ Arts Fellowships (Poetry & Playwriting), an Artists Studio CenterContinue Reading

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Who loved best? Was she Goneril, Regan or Cordelia? Oh Cordelia! Your unspoken love Lear couldn’t feel. You didn’t flatter your father, but fought your wicked sisters to win back your father’s land. You refused to color your feelings, as you were honest and virtuous, unlike your greedy and cruelContinue Reading

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There is no love in what I feel for you. There is desire, pain, joy, and grief; no love, Though longing squats within my chest, the old Unwanted guest I never can evict. Believ’d was I in love most of my life, The subject of as hidden from myself AsContinue Reading

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I am your spaniel – A Midsummer Night’s Dream When you told Demetrius that the girl he lusted for was headed for the forest with the boy she wanted in her turn and then you followed him with hopes that he would beat you like his dog, I knew youContinue Reading

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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

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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

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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

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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