<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<rss version="2.0" 
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" 
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" 
	xmlns:icbm="http://postneo.com/icbm/" 
	xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" 
	xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/" 
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" >

<channel>
	<title>Week of 10/19/09</title>
	<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1717-week-of-nbsp-10-19-09</link>
	<description></description>
	<language>en</language>
	<copyright>2005-2012</copyright>
	<managingEditor>shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com</managingEditor>
	<icbm:latitude>42.65593</icbm:latitude>
	<icbm:longitude>-71.33391</icbm:longitude>
	<lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2026 03:30:47 GMT</lastBuildDate>
	<generator>yacs</generator>
	<docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs>
	<ttl>70</ttl>

 <item>
		<title>Explaining displacement</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12027-explaining-displacement</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12027-explaining-displacement</guid>
		<description> 










I came without you last night;

two fingers curled like parentheses between my thighs where I left you. 

&amp;amp; autumn became just as fleeting. I

remember red as if it were currency;

borrowed from womanhood and the kiss that claimed us one.



I remember how you fed me oranges

&amp;amp; I tongued the seeds while my fingers played in your hair. I

crawled inside your analogy and made love to you as if I were an eggshell;

small and brittle, unable to stand the concrete weight of your hands.



I raise the hem of my skirt;

my womb has gone back to war beneath ripe cotton. I

try to draw a line between us

&amp;amp; peel back the blisters of what you left inside of me;

the colour of a thousand tight throated blossoms when it bleeds.



I bought oranges today

&amp;amp; picked dandelions to place on my breasts where your skin still covers me. I

smell of sandalwood and citrus-

I snuff out my cigarette in the fruits flesh and gnaw on the rind.







   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Amanda Baker</dc:creator>
		<category>Sometimes...it just is</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:41:21 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12027</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12027</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12027</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>(lies) </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12023-lies</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12023-lies</guid>
		<description>  lies 
   scat ter ed   in the  wind 
        like the leaves in   Fall  
 smooth   and    suave  
     they    drift   
              along Ella Grasso Blvd  
      as cars stir   with each pass   
 they mingle with the others  
           I wonder where they will land and  
   if I am skilled enough to     capture  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 21:01:52 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-627-poems#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>4</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12023</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12023</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12023</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Maelstrom</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12020-maelstrom</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12020-maelstrom</guid>
		<description> In the dank echo of the night

this mother will soothe away

night terrors: terrible krakens

rising from the depths of

synapse and bone and

hot chocolate.



Yet still midnight slithers on and

my pages are filled with nothing -

the rarest flutter of breath

in that space between the neck

and the shoulder

and lace.



You come to me, husband, 

in this squall of isolation

with your bible of body;

fingers like tentacles wrapping

around my skin, a wave of murmur

telling me there is no time,

there is no poetry. </description>
		<dc:creator>Jasmine Mann</dc:creator>
		<category>Jasmine's Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:27:12 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>3</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12020</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12020</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12020</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>First Impressions</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12044-first-impressions</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12044-first-impressions</guid>
		<description> That printed photograph of you

in leotard astride the gym -

if not quite false was hardly true,

suggesting someone fit and slim



enjoying life and working out-

no sign of flab or thick-rimmed specs;

no sign of tiredness or doubt

behind that promised hint of sex.



Your adoration knew no bounds

and sugared me with winning smiles;

in fairness though I gave you grounds

to think me flush with minted piles:



that mansion flat by Richmond bridge

with stucco walls and fleur-de-lis-

it wasn't mine, I wasn't rich,

despite the wine and gallantry.



But so what if sycophantic guise

pretended we were god and goddess:

uncoil my tongue, believe my lies;

for one more shining day be spotless.



   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 23:26:04 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12044</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12044</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12044</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>~Flicker~</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12045-flicker</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12045-flicker</guid>
		<description>Within the early hours of 
spreading sparks flicker above,  
Awaking fires with gestured sighs 
Wherein this heat can burns arise?  
 
Remember if I dare to wake 
the embered past's reknown to break,  
A heart of fluster's beating through 
an empty hint of what was you. 
 
With apprehension hands extend 
intertwined within an end,  
And curving into what was then 
the past begins to be again. 
 
With burning kiss and smoky eyes 
a flame burns back its grim reprise,  
As swollen thoughts hold vacant touch 
caressing love-lorne's flaming rush. 
 
Ignites the flicker to a flame 
Becomes the burning torch of pain. 
 
sinnaminsun 2009 
  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun: 2009 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:09:04 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-768-sinnaminsun-2009-poems#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12045</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12045</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12045</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Datum</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12036-datum</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12036-datum</guid>
		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:22:39 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12036</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12036</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12036</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Blood Bank</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12035-blood-bank</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12035-blood-bank</guid>
		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:21:24 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12035</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12035</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12035</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Mourn</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12034-mourn</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12034-mourn</guid>
		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:20:39 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12034</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12034</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12034</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Bumbling</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12033-bumbling</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12033-bumbling</guid>
		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope - Words/manipulation: Mosquitobyte; Image: Mr Winter</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:18:39 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12033</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12033</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12033</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Lairds Fall</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12032-lairds-fall</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12032-lairds-fall</guid>
		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:13:55 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12032</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12032</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12032</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Sodden Mattress</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12031-sodden-mattress</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12031-sodden-mattress</guid>
		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12031</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12031</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12031</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>the edge of things</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12028-the-edge-of-things</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12028-the-edge-of-things</guid>
		<description> 







the edge of things 
  
comes as a surprise 
that warps through  
the days 
and hides in ambush 
along the ridge lines  
of dreams, 
  
stumbled into 
in a careless moment, 
a sudden wind 
of unfoldings. 
  
the edge of things 
shimmers in the mind 
like the thrill 
  
of falling  
to your death.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>norm milliken</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 00:05:01 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-379-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12028</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12028</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12028</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>~Fall Unto Me~</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12029-fall-unto-me</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12029-fall-unto-me</guid>
		<description>On this autumn harvest night
wherein a moon burns orangey bright,
While embers light the darkened skies
and falling leaves wave last goodbyes,
Here now I curl and await
as autumn's chill soon over-takes.

Whispers the tale of fallen friends
of fields once green, ambered again
Lay hypnotized in earth-tone light
fall unto me with grace and might,
This cooling field fades yesterday
as summer's breeze has blown away.

sinnaminsun 2005
 </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2005 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 23:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-774-sinnaminsun-2005-poems#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12029</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12029</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12029</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>Swanky Lovin'</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12025-swanky-lovin</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12025-swanky-lovin</guid>
		<description>   
In the manner 
of tinny crooning 
  
From my computer speakers 
“Let’s stay together” 
  
Sexy soft voice coaxes 
My heart to smile 
  
When I think of you 
Naked 
  
And sleeping 
In my bed </description>
		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Love and cheese</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:22:54 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-653-love-and-cheese#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12025</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12025</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12025</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>The Fall of Empathy</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12024-the-fall-of-empathy</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12024-the-fall-of-empathy</guid>
		<description>   
Three autumn leaves 
Topple down 
Into my path 
  
I trample 
The bright red one 
Hear the crackle 
  
When it comes apart 
And wonder 
Did it hurt? </description>
		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Introspection and belly button lint</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:24:07 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-655-introspection-and-belly-button-lint#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12024</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12024</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12024</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>How do I love you?
   </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12019-how-do-i-love-you</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12019-how-do-i-love-you</guid>
		<description> (Apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)</description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:27:48 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12019</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12019</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12019</trackback:ping>
	</item>

 <item>
		<title>~Repeat~</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12018-repeat</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12018-repeat</guid>
		<description> When the moon wanes away 
Night eclipsed by day's replay 
Looses you to anyone 
As feelings lost are never won. 
 
And you try, but still you know 
Such effort fails and pales to show 
And I wonder, why it seems 
approval bleeds from every seam. 
 
When the day gives up her sun 
Setting low as night's begun 
Chasing stars until they fall 
Always wish upon them all 
 
And a day begins again 
Shine away the dark within. 
 
sinnaminsun 2009 </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun: 2009 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:22:10 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-768-sinnaminsun-2009-poems#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		<wfw:comment>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12018</wfw:comment>
		<wfw:commentRss>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12018</wfw:commentRss>
		<trackback:ping>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12018</trackback:ping>
	</item>

</channel>
</rss>