The Call: At Sword Point — Cheryl LAERTES Have at your now! In scuffling they change rapiers, [and both are wounded]. KING Part them. They are incensed. HAMLET Nay, come—again! [The QUEEN falls.] OSRIC Look to the queen there, ho! HORATIO They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord? OSRIC How is’t, Laertes? […]

The Call: Pearls on Pink — Cheryl Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; —William Shakespeare, The Tempest The Response: String of Pearls — Jessica Form. Light. Color. I’m taking things back to the basics because I find myself in something of a […]

The Call: Candle in the Window — Jessica To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts […]