https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-527-week-of-nbsp-07-30-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 13:09:32 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5442-death-has-no-name-4-30 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5442-death-has-no-name-4-30 I can’t remember the ocean the way I used to - the way sand felt beneath bare feet, how gulls circled lazily overhead, picking at the carcass of a washed up Portugese man-o-war. Bronze bodies stretched across the sand. Tight ribs thrust up like some great Naga; emaciated and trying to slither free of a three thousand dollar prison. Near the shore, sand castles would rise and fall, as if every child were a politician and every wave were God; the tide leaving fish to rot in the sun. Poetic Insomniac Jasmine's Poetry Mon, 26 Apr 2010 03:59:05 GMT /section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5442 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5442 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5442 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5427-in-passing https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5427-in-passing He has changed meto the fondness of him I have his handsat midnightcrouched in the whisperthat betrays my voice He grits his teethagainst the boneI borrowed of him holding my eyesin the burden of lightwhere intrusive shadows dream aloud Someday In May But April brought rain Fri, 29 May 2009 04:55:17 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5427 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5427 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5427 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5444-death-s-first-name-is-eugene https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5444-death-s-first-name-is-eugene This is why he has no compassion. His parents didn't even have the heart to call him Gene. Oh no. Always Eugene anstey Just a Nastey Journal Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-30-just-a-nastey-journal#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5444 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5444 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5444 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5438-flaubert https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5438-flaubert I sat with Gustave by the stone tablet he found in Iraq and he said, "Stephan the world has no answers only questions." The sweat on my brow beaded, forming a crown of salt in the heat of the desert, "But what of this," I pointed at the words in stone before us. "I do not exist." Signed, "GOD" He smiled, "When I showed the atheist he said,  'See! I told you so!' so perhaps even the answer is not answer enough." anstey Release the Hounds Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-29-release-the-hounds#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5438 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5438 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5438 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5443-the-sad-sad-sad-very-sad-truth-about-me-myself-and-eyes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5443-the-sad-sad-sad-very-sad-truth-about-me-myself-and-eyes If I am ever so foolish as to complain about anything, please, remind me of this anstey Just a Nastey Journal Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-30-just-a-nastey-journal#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5443 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5443 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5443 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5447-for-less https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5447-for-less For less I have reached Headstrong fingers extended Shimmied a trunk and Belly-crawled the bough   By ginger slide-steps Have trembled slim branches Laughed at the breeze That lifted my skirt, exposed For less   Far less Has tempted A precarious perch Emboldened by bravada and Taste for apple   But now Earthbound on skinned scared knees Gazing up through serpent memories It is too far to fall You make me laugh And you make me too hungry Rhiannon Jones Library of Rhiannon Jones Sun, 05 Aug 2007 21:07:36 GMT /section-38-library-of-rhiannon-jones#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5447 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5447 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5447 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5453-6-degrees-of-separation https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5453-6-degrees-of-separation the small world effect in a big city landscape difficult for a gypsy to gauge   the perennial new kid for once stays weeks…months…years   unaccustomed to being recognized traceable   transient’s anonymity hostage to a sticky web of accountability   a dangerous matrix could make an honest woman Rhiannon Jones Library of Rhiannon Jones Sun, 05 Aug 2007 03:43:27 GMT /section-38-library-of-rhiannon-jones#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5453 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5453 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5453 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5446-on-ice https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5446-on-ice an iced pond where perhaps i do not yet belong i cannot tread light and have forgotten how to swim   where snowflakes flaunt a silvery beacon i beckon softly as currents sluice beneath   and time ticks where blood beats red and salty i beckon to you but am frozen here Rhiannon Jones Library of Rhiannon Jones Fri, 03 Aug 2007 02:39:19 GMT /section-38-library-of-rhiannon-jones#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5446 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5446 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5446 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5445-pas-de-trois https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5445-pas-de-trois Touchpoints in a waltz of time Trajectories collide Then turn upon proverbial dime And three-step out of sight   Turning points from three to two Present when not expected Pirouette in sync on cue But then be disconnected   Pathways criss and cross in trine Trisect us and divide They tempt you at that fatal line Two seize me two your side   I trip the light in triple time Then sashay off the stage Watch silent as your stars align Your plans are dreamt and gauged   Swing free my wants to whirl and spin ... more Rhiannon Jones Library of Rhiannon Jones Fri, 03 Aug 2007 02:34:28 GMT /section-38-library-of-rhiannon-jones#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5445 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5445 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5445 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5418-the-shoes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5418-the-shoes As always, the words from my fingertips have some important meaning in my life...these are no different Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Thu, 02 Aug 2007 14:48:36 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5418 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5418 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5418