https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1606-week-of-nbsp-01-19-09 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 11:17:51 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10596-passions https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10596-passions love? oh, I have loved. I have given life and desire to love, passed it gladly on a platter of hope and had it returned, dead and cold. I have flown free with the birds on ghostly wings, singing my love with operatic joy for all mankind. I have been a prisoner in the dungeon of my love crushed and jellied by the weight of my guilty sorrows. I have loved lust and hungered for the heat of intimate sensation where romance becomes sex. but I have shared love and keep it now, close and secure in the palace of my heart, in mirrored halls where all is light and ecstasy. ... more Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:09:59 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10596 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10596 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10596 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10647-last-night https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10647-last-night I was a staggering reveler and you my faithful hound. we roared through the night, shattered with broken glass and empty shouted lies. no ambition but to imbibe an ocean of inebriation, with no thought of tomorrows painful, regretful awakening. Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Thu, 29 Jan 2009 14:09:16 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10608-black-dog https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10608-black-dog ~writer's block as religious experience~ Suter Bill The imPersonal Space of rws Sat, 24 Jan 2009 16:16:31 GMT /section-416-the-impersonal-space-of-rws#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10608 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10608 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10608 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10590-thinking-allowed https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10590-thinking-allowed Yeh - I know it sucks - disjointed, dishevelled and contrived, but it's better than...ok, I'll get back to that sometime in the not-too-distant futile (when the justification transcends 'not writing') laura doom Monkey sperm Fri, 23 Jan 2009 15:41:10 GMT /section-534-monkey-sperm#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10620-eavesdropping https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10620-eavesdropping   At first, it’s only muffled interruptions disturbing silence, penetrating walls; but once it's heard, there's nothing much can tune you out. The voices rise and fall. Some unseen drama claims your full attention. A shout. A cry. A silent interval. Then sudden thud and shifting chair as someone lunges. Shouts and blows before a lull. It's not your business - someone else’s row. Don't get involved. Be Switzerland. Stay safe. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Fri, 23 Jan 2009 10:09:08 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10620 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10620 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10620 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10613-morning-of-the-march https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10613-morning-of-the-march Today I wear red, a pin, and a medal. I am shrouded in mourning, clinging to prayer as my siblings and peers gather on Madison Drive, prepare to march forward, bound by sweaters, scarves, -- faithhopelove -- sustained by the greatest of these for the least among us: unexpected child, unprepared mother. Today I wear prodigal hope as a birthright, not political entitlement Julie Ann Cook Rows of Words & Punctuation Thu, 22 Jan 2009 19:30:02 GMT /section-317-rows-of-words-punctuation#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-573-04.-the-death-of-may https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-573-04.-the-death-of-may we drove through may. we were always driving. In Tennessee we stopped needing more gas you paid while I spoke lightly of marriage you scoffed and we kept driving as if the death of may followed us. Jasmine Mann Poems In The Basement Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:34:37 GMT /section-545-poems-in-the-basement#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/573 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/573 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A573 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10592-returning-late https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10592-returning-late   Earth rolled on its axis for a cold homecoming at dusk. You two under the night-sky, upturned to ancient light, renewed a childish wonder seeing what I pointed out through the simple dark above moonless roofs.   That silver bead-bright stud stuck in vast blackness - was it the International Space Station, reflecting low down in the West? Or was it mythical Venus firing your ripe amazement?   ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:06:08 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10607-inauguration https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10607-inauguration a glorious time of transition a new master of American ideals and the passing of a painful past. the launch of a rocket of hope, its trail inscribed for all time on the history of our nation. let there be a healing of wounds, let there be a new and all American revolution of conscience, of renewal, let there be a new and wholesome peace, a united country behind a new leader of hope, the beginning of a new golden age for the world. Let it be so, for if not, the end of our ancient honor is nigh. Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Tue, 20 Jan 2009 18:41:57 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10605-the-rock https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10605-the-rock Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 07:02:57 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10604-pelvic https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10604-pelvic Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 07:01:53 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10603-arid https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10603-arid Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 07:00:55 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10603 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10603 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10603 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10602-secrets-ii https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10602-secrets-ii Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 06:59:44 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10602 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10602 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10602 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10601-spectre https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10601-spectre Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 06:58:48 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10601 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10601 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10601 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10600-plausible https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10600-plausible Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 06:57:58 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10599-deicide https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10599-deicide Girl of Hept Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 06: Decried Deity - 2005 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 06:57:08 GMT /section-628-mosquitobytes-volume-06-decried#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10599 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10599 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10599 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10598-please-understand https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10598-please-understand I have known a few am married to one, and have a daughter that fits the description. Just let me say life is not boring Zealy, Kee - being an ex auditor and DBA any other names are unprintable Only In The Eyes of the Beholder Tue, 20 Jan 2009 06:23:41 GMT /section-61-only-in-the-eyes-of-the-beholder#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10598 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10598 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10598 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10595-parading https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10595-parading sometimes with guilty pleasure, I go upon parade, my clothes draw much attention, more than normal days. this habit rubs my ego in many needed ways, for inside I wear nothing which nobody can see, and so I march and strut and a peacock would I be. Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:15:37 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10595 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10595 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10595 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10593-son-of-time https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10593-son-of-time a year ago I was not me but a denizen of another world. every year I start again, a new man born of the twelve months past. ever changing, never static, I remain myself in full measure, freshly derived from the womb of time. Joe R The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:50:37 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10593