dennis scharnberg

Unless I am mistook upon’t,

That were Twelfth Night proper.

And that day were rough all round— all

gray and gruesome.

And a cold time we had of it, sir.

Addison Prosper, Roderigo’s Revenge. (1621)

“Where is the Truth found? Lying at the bottom of a well.”

Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.

“Repudiate all prizes,” said Old Man Martens, in his gentlest voice. “And all those that give ’em.”

Stacie Knotts, Crazy Days.

“Good Lord, is it all theatre?” That was the question that Dennis posed. In his prayer. On his seventy-second birthday.

Edward Valerian, The Empire Is Maintained.

“Listen to me, Janie. Magpies are obsessed with shiny things. Just like interior decorators.”

Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.