https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-106-new-stuff en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 01:38:41 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8719-yellow-summer-dress https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8719-yellow-summer-dress I can remember the taste of sugar The smell of motor oil strong on my skin. He smiled and told me I was fine everything would be fine and I rember thinking you don't tell people how they feel you ask them.   He gave me a sweater. Too big, too heavy. He stroked my hair told me I was beautiful. I looked at my shoes scuffed toes and dust and thought about birds flying south for the winter.   He said he would drive me home. I said I could walk and I collected my things ... more starla New stuff Sun, 25 May 2008 08:48:12 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8578-i-don-t-smoke https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8578-i-don-t-smoke If I smoked, I would lean across the table right now, (one soft brown arm decorated with bangles) to push my cigarette into the almost overflowing ashtray and so that you could get a good view down the front of my shirt.         starla New stuff Thu, 22 May 2008 12:53:46 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8578 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8578 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8578 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8551-the-thing-with-fish-. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8551-the-thing-with-fish-. Surely a fish only knows he is wet if he has something to compare it to. Being dry, for example. But a dry fish is a dead fish which is not a good thing for the fish.   So, based on this thing (the thing with fish not knowing they are wet) How on Earth can I be sure that I'm alive?   starla New stuff Fri, 09 May 2008 20:39:47 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8551 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8551 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8551 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8533-pieces https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8533-pieces I eat cereal three times a day Then stare at my stomach With NutCrunch stuck between my teeth   Sit in the sun in my underpants A beer warming between my knees I watch my skin turn pink Snow melting on the mountains River roaring in my ears   I erase all my poetry Before anyone else reads it Because the words mean nothing And because its all shit   I beg for someone who can hold my interest Maybe someone who can teach me to juggle Cartwheel Play the Double Bass Lose some weight Pick up all the scraps of paper ... more starla New stuff Thu, 08 May 2008 03:21:49 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8533 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8533 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8533 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7710-india https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7710-india India is dust Brightly coloured plastic and cement Cows sleep in the shade of trees Children sleep in the shade of cows A suffocation of car horns Street sellers and red Baking afternoon sun and hot tiles Rivers of rotting garbage that nobody can see India is silence and respect Bowed heads Pressed palms Singing crickets and sun blanched geckos Sacred waters Wide eyed children Centuries of tradition Stray dogs and jungle cats India is broken buildings and beggers Sorrow and santuary Contradiction and consequence The saddest place I have ever seen starla New stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:47:58 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7710 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7710 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7710 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2695-cigarette-burns https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2695-cigarette-burns She holds static on her tongue and a cigarette between her teeth cranberry kisses such sweet rhapsodies behind her eyes The broken morning stretches every limb to hide in her shadow and I bleed for her I bleed for everything I cannot have She holds her tongue against me and I feel her cigarette burns Chewed fingertips feel like forgotten kisses and taste of ash nothing hurts because nothing registers and everything is mine left to in clenched fists and mark the drip of pointless time I bleed for her and cherish everything I cannot have She holds ... more starla New stuff Sun, 27 Jan 2008 20:35:20 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2695 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2695 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2695 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7168-old-forgiveness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7168-old-forgiveness She was all over covered with tears Where chasing stars and sand wouldn't help With old forgiveness and burned afternoons Saltwater spray Eyes rolled back to white We waited and waited Buses crawled past and plastic tickled the curb Peeling black from beneath my fingernails Scratching away at three-week-old dirt And mosquito kisses Scuffed heals tapping for three-wheeled chariots Empty pockets and greying palm-trees The cows chewing a cud of cardboard and crisp packets Alcohol sway Distant drums or traffic rumbles Or starved stomachs Prickled with sweat and still with forget Countig the days 'til she leaves Blonde from the ... more starla New stuff Sun, 20 Jan 2008 07:32:17 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7168 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7168 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7168 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3401-ink-and-green https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3401-ink-and-green more confusion is all i need starla New stuff Tue, 13 Mar 2007 17:57:24 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3401 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3401 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3401 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2694-paint-by-numbers https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2694-paint-by-numbers I would paint you a picture if I could but the road was the same colour as the sky and every breath tasted of static and yellowing leaves he told me I could he was lying my eyes were made of glass and his lips were made of asphalt starla New stuff Sat, 10 Feb 2007 17:16:54 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2694 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2694 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2694