https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1757-week-of-nbsp-04-12-10 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 11:40:32 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12387-summation https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12387-summation Temptatio Atrum Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010 Sat, 17 Apr 2010 01:31:09 GMT /section-745-mosquitobytes-volume-13-silenti-etc-amor-verus-2009-2010#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12387 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12387 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12387 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12386-memes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12386-memes Temptatio Atrum Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010 Sat, 17 Apr 2010 01:29:33 GMT /section-745-mosquitobytes-volume-13-silenti-etc-amor-verus-2009-2010#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12386 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12386 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12386 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12385-gravitas-veritas https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12385-gravitas-veritas Temptatio Atrum Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010 Sat, 17 Apr 2010 01:28:00 GMT /section-745-mosquitobytes-volume-13-silenti-etc-amor-verus-2009-2010#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12385 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12385 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12385 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12384-of-ladybugs-and-growing-up-2-30 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12384-of-ladybugs-and-growing-up-2-30 My son held a ladybug in his fingers once and asked me: “What is dead?” I didn’t have an answer. I asked myself the same once, as I sat and watched a ladybug drown in my coffee. She tried to swim and I imagined her mouth - gaping and gasping for air. I didn’t move to help her as she thrashed for the last time; her body slowly dragging in spirals. The ladybug was so small and red I thought it looked a little like blood. I never wept. Back in his room on the floor, my son sat looking at me in all his three year old innocence. On the carpet her body had been pulled apart - legs crumpled, red wings held gingerly in his hands. I looked at him with all my adult wisdom, but he only ever asked the one question: “Mama, is she dead?” And we both wept. ... more Jasmine Mann Jasmine's Poetry Fri, 16 Apr 2010 04:44:28 GMT /section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12384 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12384 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12384 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12383-spring-is-not-here-1-30 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12383-spring-is-not-here-1-30 the peonies are early this year pink petals clasped tightly around the morning dew ladies parade about in skirts, twirling loosely, pink fabric splaying circles around bare legs I look down in my lap, see pants - black fabric clasped tight to my skin and think I am no lady I am no flower Jasmine Mann Jasmine's Poetry Fri, 16 Apr 2010 04:42:46 GMT /section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12383 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12383 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12383 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12382-interlude https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12382-interlude   Supine on the sofa, a propped slob, glued to the box, snuggled down, cushioned by fluff and passive smoke from the old boy's roll-ups. It gets too hot in the airless room, a slow fug exhaled, ingested. Stained fingers clang the tobacco tin; he gets chatty with coffee and rizlas. I'm a stay-at-home deterrent, a passive watchdog, cloistered, dour and docile, comfortably ensconced - he'll stay dry and housebound while I laze out the evening: 70s sit-coms, "Alias Smith and Jones", kettle whir from the kitchen, fire-raking and shoveling coal; till home-coming laughter outside announces her return, and she's back with fish supper and meat pie, and we're scrambling for plates and salt. Three sweats and that marker is useless; Joker Finley won a line; the snowball's carried over again; what are we watching? She'll sit a while then retire with Mills and Boon. He puts on the OU after midnight- mathematical models, atomic structures. I hear whispered footfalls before sleep, the street shouts in the night, snoring, foxes, late cars, lamppost light ghosting the curtains. I dream I am at home, will wake to a smoker's cough and the clink of milk bottles, while tomorrow starts another yesterday.     ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 15 Apr 2010 00:16:50 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12382 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12382 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12382