https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-567-week-of-nbsp-10-08-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 13:10:40 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 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-5835-the-inferno https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5835-the-inferno I think this speaks for itself kzealy Only In The Eyes of the Beholder Sat, 20 Oct 2007 07:55:18 GMT /section-61-only-in-the-eyes-of-the-beholder#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5835 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5835 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5835 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5849-prison-break https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5849-prison-break from Tracey's writing prompt "Contained in a prison of perceived powerlessness" Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Tue, 16 Oct 2007 23:03:07 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5849 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5849 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5849 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5850-no-need-for-words https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5850-no-need-for-words     In this moment I have to shield my eyes Because the blue of the sky is too blue Right this second I need to rest my head on your shoulder For every breath is too full of clarity With you, here, now Every blade of grass in this garden Is just too vibrantly green With you my love Your arms surrounding me Everything is just....more       Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Sat, 13 Oct 2007 03:57:45 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5850 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5850 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5850 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5831-the-bedsit https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5831-the-bedsit A fumy dry-cleaners (all press and hiss) underneath the rented shoebox: mustard-walled with bathroom share and communal kitchen, dim and empty; with greasy stains from vagrant cooks, a dish-pile, the sticky linoleum, a deadly kettle, microwave, the roofs and caterwauling backyards that hogged the skyline's frame; and former tenant, opportunely there collecting bags of odds and ends advising getting out (not in) - escape the antics next door at all hours through paper walls. I woke to leaking gas that first night; a panic of phone-calls - the gasman reassured and blamed the perchloroethylene (a lethal seep of rising vapour) then left, advocating open windows. The schizoid hash-head opposite came calling, throwing words up like fireworks fizzing into sound: a paranoid tirade at drops of blood in bathroom sink; accusing thrusts of chin and finger - the second split when head hit head with goat-hard butt, and jolt in snorting doorway slammed. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 11 Oct 2007 21:05:15 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5831 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5831 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5831 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5840-thoughts-on-ward-r https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5840-thoughts-on-ward-r (the Philadelphia Naval Hospital, winter, 1969) norm The Personal Space of Norman Milliken Thu, 11 Oct 2007 10:41:25 GMT /section-378-the-personal-space-of-norman-milliken#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5840 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5840 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5840 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5838-untitled https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5838-untitled moon full floats in late-day light cloud-pale disk large on low horizon sailing nightward smooth in blue blue sky norm Poetry Thu, 11 Oct 2007 02:48:52 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5838 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5838 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5838 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5834-is-it-ignorance-or-wisdom https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5834-is-it-ignorance-or-wisdom Three thick aging ladies Trunks unyielding Perform an odd interpretive dance Arms thrown to the wind Multi-coloured leaves blowing in every direction Praying to the god of trees For freedom Yet rooted in reality Toes entangled In rich dark earth And a young sapling Just three yards to the left Soaring without reservation or knowledge to what her elders wish or pray for Content to just play With the wind     Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Tue, 09 Oct 2007 15:51:12 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5834 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5834 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5834 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5825-night-train https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5825-night-train night train the migraine express roars through my head more or less on schedule most nights, derailing sleep at 2:30 in a high-balling, rail-screech of “All aboard!” that empties daytime plans and desires along the tracks with the bony slag and diesel residue. norm The Personal Space of Norman Milliken Tue, 09 Oct 2007 00:06:56 GMT /section-378-the-personal-space-of-norman-milliken#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5825 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5825 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5825 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5828-night-in-two-parts https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5828-night-in-two-parts night in two parts 1. migraine’s blade slices sleep, cuts frontal lobe from eyes to ears and wraps pain in memory’s plain paper. 2. I swallow two white pills and wait, motionless as hope. and in the only pleasure of the flesh left, it leaves. norm Poetry Mon, 08 Oct 2007 11:02:54 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5828 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5828 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5828 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5826-years-hence https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5826-years-hence years hence when age frays memory, last year last month last week uncertain each other in chemical confusion and synapse misfire. the heart retreats deep and fastens stories real in repetition, singular and simple. little lights of promise sure and steady in strange surroundings. norm Poetry Mon, 08 Oct 2007 03:29:00 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5826 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5826 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5826 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5796-my-grandmother https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5796-my-grandmother my grandmother Jane Eckert was sent to relatives in a mining town in Western Pennsylvania when she was five and her father died digging coal in Germany. there were too many children, too many mouths, and America,it was said, had food for everyone. she was bonded to a merchant in White Ash. he paid her passage, she paid him eleven years until my grandfather took her, in violation of her servitude, to marry and mother Ethel, then Eunice. she lived all her life in Verona. she never saw her mother again. ... more norm Poetry Mon, 08 Oct 2007 03:27:08 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5796 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5796 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5796