What Hamlet suffers from is a lack of zombies. Let us say Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show upโHo-HO! Now youโve got something that stirs the, um, something that stirs things that are stirrable. BOOM! A pack of ravenous flesh-eaters breaks open their heads and sucks out their eyeballs. No need for iambic pentameter because they are grunting, groaning annihilators of humanity with no time for meter. Youโre not asleep in the back of English class anymore, are you? This is what Iโm talking about. Zombies. Learn it, live it, love it.
Libba BrayA gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.
Libba BraySitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.
Libba Bray