https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-254-half-day Leaving work early for the sake of poetry. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 03:55:31 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3910-abstinence https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3910-abstinence i know how  salt tastesupon my fat wet tonguethe tingle of tart lemonwhere tip meets fruit and water.smooth hellin short suffocating dreams. i will watch you dine anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3905-blessings https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3905-blessings your nipples stand so tall today a testament to milk and quiet sex dreams held close to your heart. i say nothing, there are no words for the bite of tooth on soft flesh or the colors of ink framing the essence of a woman. what is life but this? we kiss, but it is the word alone that gives us life anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3906-break-fast https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3906-break-fast i like to smear oatmeal all over until i look like a snowman then, i sing Christmas carols drink eggnog and lisp out a list of mad desires as i get out the brown sugar anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3913-charity https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3913-charity her boney white feetshowed a hard winter's end the toes, marvelling at the pond'scold thin lapping ankles bespeckled with bumps,crawling the calftowards sex i give her my hand anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3912-chastity https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3912-chastity naked atop mount araratstanding in tall snows afterthe waters receed blue skies of Turkeycry holy the first steps downthe last steps upthe rock betweenfoot and earth's heart hours of silenceand thena moment a touch the dream of clothesof joy of release anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3912 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3912 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3912 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3908-dilligence https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3908-dilligence the hairy brown coconut restson thin hot white sand the sun heats the milkuntil the outrageous smelllingers between cheak and gum fisherman walk past to the long peirand smile. they'll smile againwhen they return until thenthere is dead fishsunburnt skin  hunger & a prayer anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3915-faith https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3915-faith The water boils at 212 degrees fahrenheit here in Bostonthe tea steeps quickly -- three, no four dipsspooned out, then the excess water squeezed backinto the plain navy blue mug. Oh Honey, two teaspoonsand a smile. A sip. A long. Slow. Sip anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3915 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3915 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3915 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3914-hope https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3914-hope the first lightfrom above the mirrored cabinetpierces the left eyeuntil the pain receeds back to Broca's Areawhere my words playgingerly upon some broken trampoline. the splash of coldwater does nothingto assuage the fearof a day weeping, but still, the toothpastefeels good and the mouthwashbites so joyfully llips slightly chappedare wiped with bees wax nearby,the dew slides downa blade of grassand a chicadee remindsthe worldbad music, good musicthe migraineit's all the same anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3914 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3914 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3914 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3911-kindness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3911-kindness the welt upon my left cheekis red and hard to look at but there is no fear as i offer the other cheekand beg for another. freedom, he says,is pain. Thank you,thank you so muchi bow to him and smile. The flash of agony is intenseand black engulfs me until the starsguide me back Thank you.Thank you so muchi near weep. the welt on my right cheekis largerand holier anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3911 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3911 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3911 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3909-patience https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3909-patience fly paper hangs beside the tangy creak and the paintpeeled off the old screen door a few yards away fromspinters rubbed off the looseweather stained rocking chair the porch announches each stranger in heavy shoesand worn blue jeans to the tired old manwaiting by the registerto sell a six-packor die anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3907-peace https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3907-peace a purple flower risesfrom fiery asphault.bullets march past.the sun blisters the tar. the smell of rotting meatwhere a good boy releases his last gasped prayer weeping,that is all. that is all anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3916-raging-against https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3916-raging-against the candle proclaims it:the tabernacle is full of God,but am i? the waters by the entranceare stagnant, stillthey cross themselves the altar is plaingray graniteand a white cloth by all ritesi bowbefore it. for an houri contemplatethe blood then stand upand turn my backaway anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3916 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3916 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3916 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3904-uninhibited https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3904-uninhibited i call out to you my dear dear for the sake of yes all the yes never the no you give we are free. i say, what? what? what does that mean? your legs carefully shaved. they are free you say why? why? why do you stare at my body bare clean and free you call out to me for the sake of dreams for poetry for music never hate we are free yes dear dear we are free anstey Half-day Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-254-half-day#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3904 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3904 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3904