https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1148-blood en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 13:27:26 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8486-blood-in-the-water https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8486-blood-in-the-water   Beneath time's blue umbrella, we sit spinning repeating history, her breath held nearly half a century exhales along with mine; shared smoke surrounds our mouths' found intimacy- lit long ago between sisters of chance. Two flames burning the decaying hope of daughters.   There's blood in the water, she said.   For years, each failing face kept fists hidden beneath skin, knuckles still struck secret worlds of bruised distortion, yet each public eye turned dry for fear of shame. we grew up smiling at our pain, But night grew women ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8486 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8486 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8486 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8445-crawling-wound-from-woods https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8445-crawling-wound-from-woods   I heard a bird cry like a wounded dog- feathered haunches circling the wolf's mouth howling a mimic's beak, and I wondered if it saved him.   When it comes for me, crouching teeth, eyes lunging shape of running veins, my heart's secret throat, so carefully hidden, dragging jaw clenched stealth past panting fingers hanging out tasting my blood on wind,   my tongue eating into dark earth making a quiet nest of death waiting to live until hands uncover what is hidden,   I have one voice- my wounding will not die, ... more Celticlion Loom Fri, 02 May 2008 01:02:21 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8445 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8445 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8445 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8314-borrowed https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8314-borrowed Sometimes I wonder where it is now. Black and heavy- in silence waiting, asleep in someone's drawer.   I've never held one, though I've imagined how the weight of it might fit my hand and if the residual touch of your long dead fingers might whisper the pull of your ghost's grey trigger- somehow loaded in the metal of my mind.   I've crawled the grasses approximating the place you're said to rest. No stone for your shattered head. A single bullet, two worded note crumpled in the pocket ... more Celticlion Loom Fri, 25 Apr 2008 22:18:39 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8314 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8314 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8314 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8323-ghetto-lullaby https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8323-ghetto-lullaby   I entered the ghetto of your eyes, loving the languid green-black, retina's rushing grime, pulling me beneath you, heavy lidded, honeyed dirt on tongues between our bones drifting pleasure slow as smoke down alleyways of skin shattered windows looked like stars in my hair, you said, the floor is filthy. we were bare.  My doorway damp, mouth's crumbling hunger, hands stolen silk tore spasms loving  kissed split fists your broken mind-trash, lust's litter pissing dreams down walls my tender neck's salty throb, a violent kink veins in dark clouds, ... more Celticlion Loom Fri, 25 Apr 2008 21:05:54 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8323 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8323 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8323