https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-392-desde-debajo The Personal Space of Annie Nowak en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 19:41:41 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7266-too-short-for-a-title https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7266-too-short-for-a-title It's not much of a poem, more like a little tiny taste of a really good one desde debajo Desde Debajo Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:12:34 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7266 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7266 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7266 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7340-quitting-cookies https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7340-quitting-cookies Says my adolescent smoker friendwho is quittingcookies, "Keep your priorities in astraight line." desde debajo Desde Debajo Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:54:12 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7341-imaginary-homes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7341-imaginary-homes The homeless man says homes are imaginary, and so are we - "but baby girl for all our sakes, I hope you don't believe a word I said today." desde debajo Desde Debajo Tue, 05 Feb 2008 18:07:00 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7267-dormitory-furniture https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7267-dormitory-furniture There are few things as uninspiring as dormitory furniture. It’s functional, at least, and easily filled with ‘stuff’ of many kinds. Mine, as it sits, is filled with books (who would guess?), with scratches in pencil in every direction on my desk, a mask and a hand-made card, twelve sticky-notes of bad poetry, and this. desde debajo Desde Debajo Wed, 30 Jan 2008 20:19:32 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7267 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7267 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7267 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7248-i-saw-death https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7248-i-saw-death She couldn't feel death in her fingers but I saw it (come quick!) -but I saw it and I heard it cry I covered my mouth (evil speaks for itself) I (actually) saw it. Death. mighty, dreadful death. In the eyes of the stranded half their way to Detroit Dirty white tissues in their dirty black fingers I saw death at night and it didn't belong there     (she wasn't laughing) neither did they; they were stranded, running upstream against time. running for the phone running from (what) running from Detroit to Detroit from something worse to something bad kids with their kids and their parents and nothing left to bring but each other. There were grapes of modern Wrath in their eyes, or else in the fingers of a dying girl, but she couldn't feel it. She hadn't felt it since Detroit.     (she wasn't growing stronger) ... more desde debajo Desde Debajo Tue, 29 Jan 2008 05:34:21 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7248 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7248 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7248 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5656-french-silk https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5656-french-silk It's very high school. But I guess that's what I like about it desde debajo Desde Debajo Mon, 07 Jan 2008 02:30:31 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5656 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5656 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5656 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5529-loss-a-villanelle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5529-loss-a-villanelle My very first attempt at a Villanelle. Also an attempt to recreate my last poem - "Loss." I thought this would be a great form for what that poem was trying to say desde debajo Desde Debajo Mon, 07 Jan 2008 02:25:49 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5529 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5529 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5529 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5190-loss https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5190-loss To Ben, Jon, Scott and Mel desde debajo Desde Debajo Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:17:57 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5190 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5190 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5190 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5090-joy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5090-joy Joy is what children call happiness. Women call it hope; Men, the honor of pain. desde debajo Desde Debajo Sun, 01 Jul 2007 22:12:46 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5090 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5090 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5090 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5041-fighting-for-limbs https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5041-fighting-for-limbs I cannot keep these limbs today.                            I fail to take the world in hand, as all control is lost to me                 on all nothings concrete (mine). Those toes are a separate world from “my” chest, “my” back. Two worlds now enemies--                 I watch the battle scene. I fight (I lose)               for comfort. for justice. I lose. Forfeit of the toes. (The                 conquering silence.) Consciousness is loose to me, a vague interpretation                 of what’s attached to this (almost) movement. Appearance (my) remains in place to the eyes it paints yesterday. And as surely as I’ll fall asleep and wake                 with my own soul through my bones I’ll be my own just moments more,                 tears a (mere) disguise, as long as poems lie. ... more desde debajo Desde Debajo Sat, 30 Jun 2007 05:41:02 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5041 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5041 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5041 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5042-i-think-of-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5042-i-think-of-you I think of you, only --                                                 with the fondest of blood-red passions                                 with the prudest of veils over these eyes                 with the want of one thousand tides                                 --no, two --with a heart imploding secretly,                 waiting… desde debajo Desde Debajo Sat, 30 Jun 2007 05:06:07 GMT /section-392-desde-debajo#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5042 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5042 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5042