https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-328-the-personal-space-of-ellen-anstey Regarding baloney sandwiches and other thoughts.... en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 03:55:09 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4491-sleep-envy-on-saturday-morning https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4491-sleep-envy-on-saturday-morning He waits for me, Making just enough movement so I know he is there. A low growling purr, as he travels lightly around my head, And back around to sit on my feet. Finally my bladder gets the best of me. Green terry cloth robe on, pit stop, Green in the eye as I watch you still sleeping, Creak down the stairs followed by four excited, elephantine paws. When my descent down proceeds too slowly, She joins us and hurries me with her meows. New water in the blue bowl. New crunchy nibbles in the other. Pop-top the ... more ellenans The personal space of Ellen Anstey Tue, 07 Aug 2007 17:55:44 GMT /section-328-the-personal-space-of-ellen-anstey#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4491 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4491 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4491 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5164-just-right https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5164-just-right (completely a draft ...just an idea I had to get out all day. ) ellenans The personal space of Ellen Anstey Fri, 06 Jul 2007 04:54:53 GMT /section-328-the-personal-space-of-ellen-anstey#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5164 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5164 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5164 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4476-choosing-the-middle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4476-choosing-the-middle Her flaming hair glowed in the circus tent Like a bonfire of celebration Her draping robe flowing from her body As freely as butterfly wings fluttering "Welcome to my carnival!" she exclaimed. Then she shuffled three cups before my eyes, One shimmered silver, one dull gray and one the truest of blues. Under and over, round and round. "Go" she whispered like a secret birthday wish And because silver hurt my eyes, And the dull gray chose not to be wanted, I chose, I chose the middle, the blue. Breathlessly I waited. Her green eyes glittering were a ... more ellenans The personal space of Ellen Anstey Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:38:13 GMT /section-328-the-personal-space-of-ellen-anstey#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4476 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4476 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4476