Bardly Writ by Graeme Sandford (PDF format)
An anthology of slightly surreal poetry and prose, Bardly Writ distinctly, and at times, very loosely, relates to the works of Shakespeare or Shakespeare himself.
Graeme weaves his words of wonderment into a rich, golden shawl that drapes about your being, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy glow. Either that, or wide eyed and bewildered, wondering what on earth you just read!
I was, in fact, in need of tact
To be, or not, was all you got
And in the end, we died, depend
On that. A heap of us, my friend
And all was lost, we count the cost
Of all we did, from love we hid
We ne’er did care enough, you see
For Oph went mad, I kill’d her dad
And in the end her bro kill’d me
You can find more of Graeme’s streams of consciousness on his website www.graemesandford.com