Measure For Measure . . . What’s Your Pleasure?
“Sometimes the wish to kill you is As precious to me as the undeniable Fantastical facets opened up by, of, …
“Sometimes the wish to kill you is As precious to me as the undeniable Fantastical facets opened up by, of, …
Esme enters stage left and stands facing the (marauding as ever) crowds Ahem. The Cloud has an announcement! Esme is …
He’s gone again. How many times must I endure this cruelty? How many times will he just disappear, telling me …
Children growing up in the UK during the seventies were oft exposed to the following poetry and its ilk. I …
This is the final draft of the following piece, just as it shall appear within The Book With No Name …