https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-228-hopefully-apathetic en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 11:33:07 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12493-explaining-nostalgia https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12493-explaining-nostalgia No. It isn't the thinness of my recollection. It's the stale odor of alcohol on my breath and something delicate- something pink; the peonies that have since bloomed, discarding their petals with no memory of us. I hate them. I hate that my skin has no integrity. I've become handmaid to it's betrayal- tactility the grandest of lies. My eyes are sorely bound to our passing; an industry of stone- a polished reminder of my own insignificance. Longing assembles. Blistering like braille on my abdomen; I am firebrand. Burning; and remarkably untouched. ... more Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Thu, 22 Jul 2010 04:09:23 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12341-to-make-healing-more-bearable https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12341-to-make-healing-more-bearable "In holding together and clutching we imagined ourselves to be whole" -Dee Rimbaud Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Fri, 26 Feb 2010 06:50:25 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12340-of-orange-blossoms-and-death https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12340-of-orange-blossoms-and-death Mother has gone to a funeral, though not her own. I pray for swarms of bees, thousands of incessant wings drumming to mute the sound of her suffering. Their stingers bloody her fingers as a needle would a dressmaker's, too haughty for a thimble. They've built hives on her tongue. She is all mouth; infinite swarm, and I in my flower print dress she made for me, her blood still on my cuff. Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Fri, 26 Feb 2010 06:48:15 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4183-for-the-sake-of-sounding https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4183-for-the-sake-of-sounding I shed my clothes. Free of the strings that tangle me to the tide. I stand, rooted as the pines, reckoned to charred stillness. There is no rain today. No rain, No wind, Nothing to calm this raging skin. Even the rivers have renounced their translation. I kneel, amongst the silt. Once yielding comfort, now nothing more than muted debris. Unsettled in these restraints I throw stones, for the sake of sounding.         Somday In May Hopefully Apathetic Wed, 27 May 2009 16:45:48 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4183 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-5910-a-lesson-in-chemistry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5910-a-lesson-in-chemistry My mind is a canvas for you.Every touch, whisper, breathfinds me wrapped in your bedsheets. The weight of cobalt satincombing free my entanglements. stay with me Your eyes have me here,full on in this moment. Freely. more Someday In May Hopefully Apathetic Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:34:00 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9514-an-accumulation-of-cinnamon https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9514-an-accumulation-of-cinnamon The bruised fruit I bought last week remind me of how death must look Moldy rinds loitering with gnats in the orange bowl I keep filling because I like the way it looks on the counter by the fridge (You never wanted a girl like me) A girl who pulls the cinnamon from the cupboard a thousand times to wrap myself  in it's sharpness but never makes the fruit salad because I know a thing or two about the importance of desire How foolish of me to think a girl (like me) could slice an apple thin enough to make amends more likely between us when longing tangles itself in saffron staining your harsh tongue ... more Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Wed, 17 Sep 2008 07:21:58 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9514 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9514 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9514