https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-571-week-of-nbsp-10-22-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 21:58:27 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-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-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-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