https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-570-week-of-nbsp-10-15-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 20:47:31 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 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-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 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5863-angry-hibernation-of-old-fear https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5863-angry-hibernation-of-old-fear In the shaded corners of my psyche A tiny filament Seemingingly Insignificant Long elapsed Unravels little by little Stains the space where it rests With old blood And even older reminiscences A sluggish poisoning From the heart  it used to inhabit To the place now planted Fed by constant disappointment He so enthusiastically provides And the question Why should it matter?   Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Fri, 19 Oct 2007 14:15:07 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5863 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5863 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5863 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5854-the-sound-of-death https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5854-the-sound-of-death we recently lost our Rottwieler puppy(1 yr. old) when he got out and was hit by a car Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Tue, 16 Oct 2007 22:42:12 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5854 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5854 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5854 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5857-at-the-british-museum https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5857-at-the-british-museum They put Snow White in a glass coffin for wide-eyed gawping at death - a sleeping beauty; but you are shrivelled leather, resin-brown, divested of linen bands, dried fruit: a wrinkled prune, hollowed to sunken bone. In the midst of death we are in life. I fancy you’d have known such crowds in ancient Thebes: a thronging Pharaonic mass in awe of sun gods doubly crowned. This airless vacuum displays the arid fact of death, despite embalmers' assiduous art. The hectic living glaze a passing minute before the brittle fibres, desert-sunk for two millennia; your lack of after-life is finally boring; your sucked-out remnants pale to insignificance. Life demands our time. Had we your starry wonder, dawning dreams of spirit housed in sacred flesh, preserved by jackal-headed Anubis, Ra-like reborn from birthing Nut in morning mists of Nile - but we are bound to earth in a dry century. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Tue, 16 Oct 2007 22:07:31 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5857 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5857 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5857 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5858-sick-addiction https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5858-sick-addiction A little piece on understanding...the revision Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:54:30 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5858 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5858 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5858 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5856-kakalak-2007-anthology-of-carolina-poets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5856-kakalak-2007-anthology-of-carolina-poets I know it's a little late for this, but still Julie Hawking our wares Tue, 16 Oct 2007 02:54:41 GMT /section-367-hawking-our-wares#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5856 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5856 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5856