15 things we say today that we owe to Shakespeare

In celebration of Nebraska Shakespeare's annual performances on UNO's campus, we thought it would be fun to share why Shakespeare has stood the test...

Students share creative writing at Legends comic book store

By Derek Munyon Arts & Entertainment Editor Hidden in the brick-walled depths of Legends Comics and Coffee, with Magic and Dungeons and Dragons posters on the...

‘The Marriage Plot’ a good read

Jeffrey Eugenides' "The Marriage Plot" is not really about marriage, and while love and what it brings is a factor, this novel is really about self-discovery and the painful transition that often comes with entering adulthood.


The walk

It was well past midnight before she went home. She wasn't scared walking alone through the city, even though she'd heard stories from the other waitresses. She knew they were just trying to scare her. She'd listen, her thin lips curled in an upward smile, her blond head nodding.

Wisdom

In us resides the power of creation, for better or worse. Every decision we make changes our history. Those extra minutes we search for our lost keys might very well have saved us from the accident on I-80. For all the time we spend studying for our lives, it is that random bit of trivia that one picks up from a game show which breaks the ice with our future spouse.


How Shakespearean are you?

Check out this wonderful tool from Oxford Press. It's a "How Shakespearean are you?" meter. In it you copy and paste some text into...

The haven


Twitch

You twitch in your sleep.
At first, your face is peaceful,
a swell of silence, a blank lullaby,
waiting, twiddling its thumbs for lyrics
written by Queen Mab's calligraphy.
Instead, the honest Puck
Sneaks up with dustings of tripped
Up fairy musk, curling up
Your nose with its more or less distasteful
Scent.
Like an old dog twitching at a
Bad dream, you shoo away Hermia's
Irksome trouble, or at least, you try.
It frightens me a little, the way
Your body stutters, as if the
Weird Sisters are casting Macbeth's
Prophecies, and nights of
Invisible blood.
If I could, I would brush away
The spider beds, inked with dew and anxieties
From your head.

I love to see the lullaby when you sleep.