https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-526-week-of-nbsp-07-23-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 23:43:51 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5363-not-your-eve https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5363-not-your-eve ...................................No, .....................................no, .............your bones cannot be blamed for ........what I am: my core, my flesh, my skin, ...are all my own, free of your dust-made ribs. ...I was here before your words, before serpent ....or his hiss, days before you or your helpmate ........in her ingnorance-turned-fig-leaf-modesty, ..............hungered for more. I am not your Eve. ...........No, you know me as the tempting fruit, ......forbidden: bright, sweet, swollen, & ripe. ..........My juices drip down your chin. I am ....................something to digest. Now .............................you .. ..know. Included in Shakespeare's Monkey Revue volume 1, issue 2 Julie Published Elsewhere Tue, 11 Nov 2008 21:59:18 GMT /section-239-published-elsewhere#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5368-back-from-vacation https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5368-back-from-vacation Hey folks, I'm back! anstey Just a Nastey Journal Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-30-just-a-nastey-journal#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5368 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5368 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5368 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1643-dying-lowell-guilt-colored https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1643-dying-lowell-guilt-colored Who believes the alley way secrets stashed between her cobbled stones? Who believes in poets now as the music's left their bones? Trip along the weft of fate waltz the warp of time Who knows the middle name of my most petty crime peace wrapped in my sordid dreams, each fat at six-foot-tall It is painful in serenity behind these old brick walls. Who believes the mills at dawn the canals so late at night? Who believes in hungry rats well cooked.. have a bite.     anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1643 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1643 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1643 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1947-growling https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1947-growling my stomach is a blowing outthe call for sustanancebut work, she doesn't careshe's so recalcitrant my earballs are both jigglingand my nose is twitching badI feel my toes all tumblingand it doesn't make me glad my stomach leads the battlefor the food I need todaymy fists are pounding tablesand my wrath is on display my stomach is crazy rantingbut my pancrease is finekidneys low and stableI can't wait for supper time anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1947 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1947 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1947 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1101-guess-i-missed-that-chance https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1101-guess-i-missed-that-chance I've sat in this chair beforeI've watched you close that doorso many times it blows my mind to know you'd leave me here behind all the piles of booksand the dirty feline looksso cold and angry it blows my mind to know you'd leave me here behind the clock I placed a diamond ringand copies of all the words I'd singso loudly it would blow your mind to know I can't leave you behind anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1101 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1101 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1101 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1615-guilt-about-voices-long-since-broken https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1615-guilt-about-voices-long-since-broken Niall dropped me a line last yearand reminded me that he lived I had forgotten himcompletely. He was a good guy,a great mate to hang with and laugh Now,i remember his laughand his voicethough it's foggy I was stunned to learnhis best friend is Jens(whose voice,by the way,I never forgot.) anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1654-guilty https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1654-guilty i am starvingin the hot suni walk around the fieldturning stonesto find grubs slopping oneafter the other in my mouthuntil i reach a thousand in a nearby nestthe hatchlings are still blindthey need two thousand todayjust to survive anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1611-haiku-a-dozen-moons-and-whisky https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1611-haiku-a-dozen-moons-and-whisky 1.a ray of silveron the diningroom tablefull moon. 2.black, grey, white -- silver.beech tree beside a meadowsnow and moonlight. 3.black foot printsacross a field of fresh snowa full moon. 4.endless blacka hundred thousand starsnew moon. 5.a maple branchcracks thunderously at eightin silent moonlight. 6.a young skater's shadowon a tiny silver pondthe half-moon 7.an elderly manin a red hat -- ice fishingno stars -- no moon. 8.a single mittenblack on a field of snowa waning white moon 9.polaris overa pungent cedarno fire -- waxing moon ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1626-haiku-driving-through-new-hampshire https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1626-haiku-driving-through-new-hampshire 1.rose, gold, indigoripe atop the mountainsafter sunset 2.one starsparkling in the eastshe wished 3.asparagusred onionsfresh green tea in blue mugs 4.orange carp swimmingby the dozen in a pondtwo hundred pennies 5.baseball in bluegrasspoison ivy a few feet awayno calamine 6.fresh octopuson nanas good chinasaki in crystal 7.the last quarter inchof warm beer by the poola rain cloud 8.snapping turtle sleepson slab of sun drenched granitetadpoles resting 9.Canada Geese squawkby the filthy sand shorelinelarge bass on the hook 10.orange pine needlescarpet the bouncy groundrain and pine scent anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1626 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1626 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1626 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2012-haiku https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2012-haiku 1.a whisp of fleshbroken and blowing in the wind.a butterfly. 2.fresh litterthe street smellsa puddle. 3.golden chaliceray of sun reflectedno merlot 4,goat cheesewine turned to vinegarstale crackers 5.Sweet streakerrunning toplessnaked skin 6.big Mack sighssummer breeze wafting fumesdeath and concrete 7.one cardinal bathesone cardinal sleepsthe dead ash rots 8.three french frieson a pigeon corpsea nasty stench anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2012 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2012 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2012 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1817-haiku https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1817-haiku 1.two orange flowersgrowing throughout a hot summerbitter october frost. 2.one dead grub rottingslowly under the backstairswinter comes swiftly. 3.a lone june bug huskunder january snowunder clear blue skies 4.one green maple leafautumn red surroundingsugar flowing out 5.brown dead grass and leavesleafless oak, maple and beechyet, no rakes around. 6.the morning star fadesthe orange and pink turn bluethe moon still hovers. 7.a smashed wine bottleleaves bright green shards of cheap glassunder cedar trees. 8.white pine pitch seeps outthe thick bark smells clean and freshsquirrel leaps on oak 9 ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1817 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1817 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1817 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2003-haiku https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2003-haiku 1.large leavesgreen stems growing slowlyasparagus by my feet 2.large leavespurple bulbus rootssweet purple tongue-stains 3.a blue cotton dresstattered hem and many stainsthe corn stalks die 4.sunlight yellowreflections of pink fleshbad burns and summer 5.a pickerel slidesthe lilys bounce gailya green tent. 6.inside the red busha fortress for bugsand long dead sticks 7.white bricks and mortarerected and forgottenhide yesterday's coal soot 8.a dry turkey bonehangs above the sinkuncracked. 9.in the window boxfresh spearmint grows uncontrolleda clean soothing smell 10.grubs under wet logsrotting compost and darknesssquirming for new food anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2003 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2003 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2003 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1610-hands-cupped-feet-kicking https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1610-hands-cupped-feet-kicking I wore a red speedowhen I joined the swim team I was 75lbswhite blondfrom sun I swam faster than any boy on the teamwhen I laid on my back anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1610 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1610 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1610 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1038-hank-s-garage https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1038-hank-s-garage From outside it looks like the ramshackled remainsof the fifties. A good place for old iron to rust to dustwith the best memories of home made macaroni and cheeseand coke in glass bottles waiting on a splintery table. The bustle between the behemoths of detroitreminds me loudly: this is not a cemetery.This is the underbelly of miracleswhere automobiles should all be called Lazarus.. I slip through the little portal through the big closed bay door on the far right end of the garage.His brother's work beside him, Butch does body work,and the other brother whose ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1038 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1038 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1038 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1964-happiness-between-silk-sheets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1964-happiness-between-silk-sheets poke me prod meeven me odd medo what you have tojust make me God think me dream mebaby obscene medo what I wantbut make me scream rub me, roll medo the whole metake my body, babyown my soul heaven, baby hellyou do it wellI promisehoney I won't tell anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1964 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1964 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1964 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2092-happy-nihilists https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2092-happy-nihilists the lesson of courseis that there is always someonemore determined and to forget that for a momentmeans everything or nothing depending on who you areand what you believe anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2092 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2092 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2092 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1070-hard-truth https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1070-hard-truth i like to run my tonguealong the veinand then back down scaring himwith just enough tooththat he has to wonder pain or ecstasy anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2189-hating-martha-quietly https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2189-hating-martha-quietly in north dakota i founda nickle by a coke machineand used it to buy a penny candy which sort of pissed me offbut I didn't say anything tothe lady (martha)who owned the gas station a week lateri noticed a store selling penny candy for a penny anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2189 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2189 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2189 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2130-hating-neruda-s-dog https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2130-hating-neruda-s-dog Long before he buried his vile muttmy hussy bitch danced in heataround his house,was mounted,and a few weeks laterher puppies shat upon my livingroom carpet. I don't beg forgivenessand I don't belive in the unbridled joyof dogs I admit it: I killed him. I poisoned the bruteand laughedat his last barked whispers. and I laughedas the little fetid lightin his noxious little eyesblew out. Served him right. Now, if I could just get rid of the damned pups. Don't look at me like thatif you want one say it,otherwisethat's all there ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2130 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2130 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2130 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1313-he-broke-up-with-me https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1313-he-broke-up-with-me I shuffle wordlesslyalong the beachafter the sun has set No matter which wavemassages my feetI cry When the kids light the fireand get out the guitarI shuffle wordlessly Along the beachafter the sunsetno matter which song they sing I crywhen the kids light the fireand get out the guitar I shuffle wordlesslyfrom tear to tearthen fall in a heap on the sand anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1313 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1313 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1313