https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-36-lobas-stuff yes, this shall be filled too. eventually. maybe. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 21:10:08 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2723-because-the-bed-is-too-wide https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2723-because-the-bed-is-too-wide this is how it would be:on the couch, pressed together,sweat gluing our limbs and hairs into place within the other. the round of your head perfectlycupped into my hand, my breasts flattened against your arm. moments earlier, i would have drawncircles on your thighs with my blood,striping your cheeks in warrior red,you licking my fingers clean,loudly complimenting the taste of iron. you would have come to me ringless,forgetful of the mother of your sons,to breathe my skin and stretch my ins.eyes exclaiming amazement, you would say"i never knew freedom until ... more Somday In May Poetin Fri, 13 Apr 2007 16:46:57 GMT /section-105-poetin#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2723 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2723 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2723 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2739-ii.-eyes-passing https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2739-ii.-eyes-passing and this is what is. times traveling througheyes, passing. during night, the glasses come off,fingertips open to see past the dark.brows twitch oncetwice, breath slides tobetween the oaks and beyond their kingdom,dimblue opens its wonder. streets call. grasses dance. ..the hum hums on,through, for, with or without us. dry leaves breathesmileinto the eyes of time,earthbits pressed togetherbring dragonfaces, spirits out when it rainsearth leans into silence,listens and is swayedby the union of air and water,the passion with which the windmoves drops into patterns the sun returnsand she ... more Kath Poetin Wed, 21 Mar 2007 01:43:50 GMT /section-105-poetin#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2739 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2739 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2739 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2789-peeling-paint https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2789-peeling-paint A wonderful poem, selected by Stephan as a feature Loba New-er Tue, 13 Feb 2007 14:55:25 GMT /section-124-new-er#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2789 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2789 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2789 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2740-iii.-dirtcore https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2740-iii.-dirtcore and so. she feeds the beast and wakes ruffled,body aching from runningfever,images clear but frozen in motion,smells stale on her fingersand she says "blood and soil", shesays "blood and soil" she says,"i am because of this hunger". this hunger has no beauty, no grace.it moves illjointed through times,scrapes the layers of every absenceto find a presence of any kind,to dig up the dirtcore hiddenunder the many woodfaced masks. she rises, passes through circleswhere spirits still mumble last nights castscharcoal symbols smudged into grayalong the chalklines of tired soles and handsand ... more Loba Poetin Thu, 08 Feb 2007 23:36:06 GMT /section-105-poetin#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2740 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2740 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2740 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2738-i.-what-is https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2738-i.-what-is this is what is: nights inbetween the dimblue anddays bruising them with other colors. she;painting. canvases and wallsspeak new languages,reinterpret ancient prints.modern caves grow aroundvelvetpanthers on golden backgrounds,wolfmanerotica on unwashed skin.their hairs like roughblack silk against flesh, against paperand her eyes closing around their movementsover floors, through rivers, across mountains. this summer exchanges words for images,late nights for early mornings.poetry hangs reluctantto fall from fingerssoil the book.lines come and gocomeandgo, ripaway with the mouths opencloseopen.strange and violent they havebecome strange and violent. sheblames it on the hunger ... more Loba Poetin Thu, 08 Feb 2007 23:34:56 GMT /section-105-poetin#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2738 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2738 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2738 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2309-inane https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2309-inane What is the question? EmilyRose Lobas stuff Wed, 07 Feb 2007 13:16:13 GMT /section-36-lobas-stuff#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2309 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2309 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2309