https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-562-sep. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:17:34 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5891-sandpaper-bone-and-grace https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5891-sandpaper-bone-and-grace the orchids will die: all purple and white, then brown, whithering into sandpaper and bone. outside the crow answers the raven's call: shrill and dying as the last echoes fade, as I shut Bukowski's ghost closed; write, he says, write. I was a poet once, writing cracked words between skin, sinew and grace. but now what's left? somewhere between shopping lists, doctor's appointments and 3 a.m., I was a woman: all legs and hips and breasts, bone and grace. I was, once. and now what's left of orchids, of Bukowski? they were, once. who weeps for their ghosts? who weeps for mine? ... more Poetic Insomniac Jasmine's Poetry Sat, 12 Sep 2009 05:00:15 GMT /section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5891 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5891 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5891 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5809-driving-mustangs https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5809-driving-mustangs Draft anstey Release the Hounds Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-29-release-the-hounds#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5809 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5809 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5809 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5810-nature-vs.-nurture https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5810-nature-vs.-nurture draft anstey Release the Hounds Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-29-release-the-hounds#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5810 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5810 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5810 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5866-hunger-tastes-of-honey https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5866-hunger-tastes-of-honey When we first met poetry bound us Fingering words, one by one lining them with sharp wit and subtle charm (grin) Strolling along the edge of casual and shouldn’t dare you recite Yeats blurring the borders between lust and letting go (grin) Ankle to shoulder, there is fire in the nouns you trace along the precise curves of my thighs Tell me how hunger tastes again, and again (grin) Someday In May Hopefully Apathetic Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:34:18 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5907-that-arby-s-commercial. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5907-that-arby-s-commercial. With the monkeys doing the irish jig Poetic Insomniac Open Forum For Discussion Fri, 05 Sep 2008 20:01:06 GMT /section-546-open-forum-for-discussion#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5894-we-don-t-eat-our-peas-with-honey https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5894-we-don-t-eat-our-peas-with-honey This is the way we eat our peas Pags Snapshots of grace Fri, 27 Jun 2008 09:33:12 GMT /section-100-snapshots-of-grace#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5894 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5894 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5894 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5890-why-i-write-revision https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5890-why-i-write-revision we all have our reasons Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Tue, 08 Jan 2008 23:46:14 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 10 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5890 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5890 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5890 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5811-francis https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5811-francis Inspired by tonights visit to Rehab to visit Dad Pags Snapshots of grace Sun, 11 Nov 2007 04:31:47 GMT /section-100-snapshots-of-grace#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5811 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5811 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5811 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5906-it-rises-from-the-dead https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5906-it-rises-from-the-dead and lurks around to discover the new things the debutante The treasure state's southern belle Sat, 03 Nov 2007 20:55:09 GMT /section-108-the-treasure-state-s-southern-belle#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5837-prologue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5837-prologue   Forget old children tracing skin on skin the wretched numbers carried all these years, tattooing all the broken souls of kin; who, stripped of names, were beaten down in fear. Go left or right, capricious deadly hands would speak the name of madness ev'ry time a train or whim arose upon Hell's land of death, starvation, rape and ev'ry crime. If God's hand touched a baby, he would cry then pass away crammed in a cattle car, instead of thrown alive by men to die in ovens roaring flames that scorn the stars. Yes, don't remember gypsy, jew or gay; their voice lays silent 'neath the rusty clay.     ... more Kat Kat's poetry Fri, 02 Nov 2007 04:26:23 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5837 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5837 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5837 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5905-trick-or-treat https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5905-trick-or-treat My little trick or treaters aren't trick or treaters anymore....they're teenagers Jen The personal space of Jen Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:38:21 GMT /section-218-the-personal-space-of-jen#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5908-a-toast https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5908-a-toast I raise a glass, mon amie, to your wine-bar bonhomie, your penchant for gauloises and aloo gobi, for Berlioz, Voltaire and the Royal Academy, your volleyed wit, and in-jokes, your raised hackles, offended looks. Here's to Hampstead, Highgate and Kilkenny, here's to slivovitz and calvados, here's to Mr Micawber and Walter Mitty, here's to Jean Cocteau and Juliet Binoche, to home-goings in late night cities for a nightcap and some Eric Satie, a cup of truth in quiet sorrows, for wild excess, for joie de vivre, for old lang syne, la dolce vita. Here's to us in cold tomorrows. u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Wed, 31 Oct 2007 23:12:40 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5895-hampton-court-maze https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5895-hampton-court-maze And in that other puzzle, high-hedged,hand-in-hand, I'd reconnoitre wayswith you, though yew and hornbeam hemmedas here each turn, where close clipped daysconstrict the view of time's confusing maze. That sense of being lost is here augmentedby audio tricks: a barking dog, a whistle,a sinister croak, and music box jingle;but in that other maze a different voicewill blur distorted dream-like streets, the noise of loss and self discovery, flapping mapsup dead-end paths; this certain handyou clutch, and take for granted love -even this will lose its hold in shadow;so clasp it now a while, and trusting ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 19:56:15 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5895 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5895 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5895 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5889-compatriots https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5889-compatriots   The chipmunk in my kitchen and I are becoming friends, or perhaps compatriots is a better word. my cat lies in a soft window bed dining on sunshine and bird songs with her closed eyes. my old dog, on the couch watches but has seen too many small things come and go to be interested, she yawns and moves to the carpet in front of the fireplace. my friend and I regard each other I at my desk, he on my floor after a few minutes of a silent exchange of ideas he rounds the cupboards to the dog food dish fills his cheeks, and returns to regard me once more I imagine we exchange thoughts of the upcoming winter hot honeyed tea the colour of the leaves the darkening cold days. his thoughts he keeps to himself. I move the dog dish thinking this was not the best nutrition for a small rodent, and place shelled peanuts on my kitchen floor. he re-emerges quite serious looking from me to the peanuts which ultimately he rejects           and goes off in search of more dog food. Perhaps I'll try raisins or pecans next ... more callooh Words Words Words Sat, 27 Oct 2007 10:58:17 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5889 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5889 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5889 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5874-evidence-collection https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5874-evidence-collection   Did I ask for too much? When I threw those pennies in the well Eyes looking too bright To every star twinkling With possible promises Whispered into the ear of the man in the moon Where he winked And then waltzed away with the spoon And the grim reminder of reality Etched in my tears and two bloody fingerprints Left on the bedroom door As a reminder of the deadly sin of greed     Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Sat, 27 Oct 2007 09:40:15 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5874 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5874 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5874 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5888-why-i-write https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5888-why-i-write Just a little doodle that I liked Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Fri, 26 Oct 2007 13:32:03 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5888 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5888 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5888 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5822-shame https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5822-shame   Shame wears sharpened metal gloves to crush your throat and steal your voice while he whispers "slut" into your ear he sits upon you, curving his horned nails into your chest and smiles with greenish lips his teeth are jaggedblack iron, and grate togetherwhile he laughs you will always be his favourite marionette to laugh and whisper to, as you dance just for him   callooh Words Words Words Thu, 25 Oct 2007 03:55:21 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5822 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5822 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5822 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5880-early-morning https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5880-early-morning (this is the result of a writing prompt from a poet friend of mine that included the following: 1.a reference to acorns 2.some reference to another season 3.the words "warm, indulgent aroma," which she got from the back of a cereal box 4.an autumn theme overall) norm Poetry Wed, 24 Oct 2007 19:08:44 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5880 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5880 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5880 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5879-wake-up-call-edited https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5879-wake-up-call-edited Thanks Jen! Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Tue, 23 Oct 2007 21:49:54 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5879 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5879 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5879 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5868-god-is-an-indian-giver https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5868-god-is-an-indian-giver   I made a wish upon a star Up there where they say you are I whispered a small insignificant prayer Never meant to be answered in despair Why then would you plant the tiny seed? Then rip the roots that make me bleed I've heard that you can do such great things Why then could you not just pull some strings? Life is a wondrous gift you have power to give Why then did this one not deserve to live? Has anyone ever told you it's not nice to take What you already gave, leaving grief in your wake?     Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Sat, 20 Oct 2007 14:45:59 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5868 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5868 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5868