https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-239-published-elsewhere en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 17:14:16 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5363-not-your-eve https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5363-not-your-eve ...................................No, .....................................no, .............your bones cannot be blamed for ........what I am: my core, my flesh, my skin, ...are all my own, free of your dust-made ribs. ...I was here before your words, before serpent ....or his hiss, days before you or your helpmate ........in her ingnorance-turned-fig-leaf-modesty, ..............hungered for more. I am not your Eve. ...........No, you know me as the tempting fruit, ......forbidden: bright, sweet, swollen, & ripe. ..........My juices drip down your chin. I am ....................something to digest. Now .............................you .. ..know. Included in Shakespeare's Monkey Revue volume 1, issue 2 Julie Published Elsewhere Tue, 11 Nov 2008 21:59:18 GMT /section-239-published-elsewhere#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4165-my-south https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4165-my-south my south my south has pulled me slowly, often with an undertow grip, its siren gullsongs have lured my ancestral fates to its shores (beaches of myrtle heads of hilton, nag) before my conception my south has called me called me called me through blue ridged echoes, across the new river gorge, whispering greyfog lullabys throughout my south has tempted, enticed me to eden, offered my chilled core maybright sunbeams in november, september's crisp hope in exchange for january my south has wooed me with bouquets of trillium, oconee bells, smooth false foxglove, chicory, charmed me with its tongue, with its sweet-as-tea words, warm, relaxed, laced with sugar my south has embraced me quietly, gently, under clear starlittered skies and wool blankets amid mountains, under sanddusted piers lapped by seafoam, under green canopies on beds of pinestraw and has kissed me in consummation. ... more Julie Published Elsewhere Sat, 12 May 2007 02:42:11 GMT /section-239-published-elsewhere#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4165 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4165 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4165 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2593-one-long-day-before-another https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2593-one-long-day-before-another for the sixth night this week, you stay to work too late to see your son's manic waking hours or your third- trimester-wide wife before frustration and fatigue have devoured her but it's for the pay and a half and the one on the way and the two you've missed again dramatically, you stumble in, drop your empty lunch box, phones, partially filled paperwork, business cards, other trash -- drop it all with flourish on the kitchen table but it's necessary punctuation at the end of your daily bread- winner's sentence you leave it there -- your mess, not your baggage -- sit blank-faced watching animated adult humor, wait for midnight and the mind-novocain to take effect before shedding clothes onto the bedside floor ... more Julie Published Elsewhere Thu, 19 Apr 2007 19:30:04 GMT /section-239-published-elsewhere#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2593