On the very day it was proven that William Shakespeare’s grave had been disturbed soon after burial, I purchased Oliver, my lovely green parrot. A strange coincidence, for I came to believe that Oliver was the reincarnation of the Bard himself. Continue reading “Shakespeare’s Other Grave”
I carry on this life for the merry sake of comedy.
Bring me my jester’s cap, for I weep
and, as I weep, perhaps the fairy-bells will ring.
Where is my motley? Do not be afraid. Continue reading “The Jester”