To Make or Mar, a Gentleman or Damned
To Make or Mar, a Gentleman or Damned EDITOR’S NOTE: On the anniversary of the execution of Thomas Cromwell, 1st Earl of Essex, Queenanneboleyn.com offers...
Category: Beth von Staats (REVELATION)
Confessions
______________________________________________ ______________________________________________ CONFESSIONS (POV: Thomas Cranmer, May 1536) ______________________________________________ “The queen wanted his head smitten off, Your Grace.” Ralph Morice told me Queen Anne fell...
“Black Joan of the Dolphin” (Experimental Flash Fiction — Deep Total 1st Person)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “In the midst of life we are in death, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the...
“Recantations” — In Memory of Saint Thomas More, Executed July 6, 1535
by Beth von Staats _____________________________________________________ Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust into...
Flash Fiction: “Lord, Grant Me Peace…” (Tribute to THE HOLLOW CROWN: THE WARS OF THE ROSES)
By Beth von Staats ________________________________ In celebration of next Sunday’s release of The Hollow Crown: The Wars of the Roses in the United States (PBS at 9:00...
Boston Strong!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lord in heaven, life be damn good. Dear old Henry Wykes sure did take care of me, first hiring me to manage...
Recantations
_____________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust into my side: and...
As Grapes Are Stomped To Wine… (Tribute to Hilary Mantel and WOLF HALL)
_____________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ “You may leave now.” I turn, pulling the covers over me and close my eyes. I hear her rummaging to dress. Ten crowns...
“For Tyndale, Of Course” — Reformation Day Commemoration
_______________________________________ _______________________________________ “You kiss the arse of Luther, the shit-devil… Look, my fingers are smeared…” ~~~ Saint Thomas More ~~~ _______________________________________ In a field just...
I Bend a Knee…
She walks alone. She stands alone. She rules alone. My beautiful Elizabeth, married to England she so tells me. Since Amy died, years I’ve waited,...