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ACT II SCENE III

INT.: BALLROOM IN RUSSIAN DIGNITARY'S PALACE. 1967. NIGHT.

The ballroom is full of high-profile Russians and their
guests, dressed in their evening finest. They laugh, dance,
drink…

Dear Dairy
My brother Laertes hath just left for England again. I wilt miss him so, but just ere he left he bid me stayeth hence from Hamlet. I feeleth torn in two directions. My brother and father bethink that they dictate mine behavior, but mine…

In response to Sylvia Wynter’s essay “Beyond Miranda’s Meanings: Un/silencing the ‘Demonic Ground’ of Caliban’s ‘Woman’,” this Caribbean-set, postcolonial rewriting of Shakespeare’s The Tempest contemplates the existence of a woman who, like Caliban,…

Othello set in present day in a college setting. Othello, Iago, and Cassio are part of the Alpha Ki Frat while Desdemona and Emilia are roommates. This rewritten scene is based on Act 3 Scene 3 of the play with a social media twist.

Direct…

May 14, 2011

My soul is sewn to another’s, but no one can ever know –including him. Hamlet tells me this fling between us is only casual, and yet he tells me privately that there has only ever been me. I mean it when I say that everything that…

A pirate ship? I have to rescue him from a pirate ship? I told him not to trust those two doofs. They’re nothing but obnoxious trouble. And why is it always my responsibility to keep him from making dumb decisions? Of course he sends me the letter;…

(The three witches are three detectives, Willow, Wisteria, and Wendy, who are tasked with the case of solving the murder of Duncan. Their primary suspect is his coworker and close acquaintance Mrs. Bethany Macmillan, who takes the place of Macbeth.…

Pitiful Parenting in A Midsummer Night’s Dream
An Op-Ed by Robin Goodfellow, Resident Sprite

I, Robin Goodfellow, can put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that my knowledge of what happens…

I watched him dress through my half open eyelids. First, he stood up slowly and faced the small window, the early morning sun turned the thin cartilage of his dark ears a bloody, but somehow holy, red. His chocolaty, naked backside was dusted with a…

My father never wanted me to marry a “man of color” (he used a less sensitive description common to the vocabularies of white fathers of 1947 Kentucky).
“Gertrude. You’re my pretty little lilly, you need to learn to keep the mud off your petals” he…