https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-422-open-door en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 04:31:41 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5251-i.-father-embrace https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5251-i.-father-embrace his hair is whiter but his eyes much brighter so wise here on the edge of death a wedge removed his breath shallow arms entwined his hallowed love still mine. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5251 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5251 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5251 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5252-ii.-son-celebration https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5252-ii.-son-celebration "Grandfather! Father! I found a dead mouse in the snow by the lake," his small frame wriggling between the two men embracing.     anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5252 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5252 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5252 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5253-iii.-mother-serving https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5253-iii.-mother-serving she gently guided them to the table where the hot oats steamed. The morning tea in blue mugs, the milk in a matching creamer and the fine white sugar sweet in it's blue blue home. Father in his chair, looking out over the lake And the son seated at the right hand of the father. All creation will be his one day. They bowed their heads to pray. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5253 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5253 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5253 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5254-iv.-son-oatmeal https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5254-iv.-son-oatmeal the key is that the oats have not become a pile of goo each oat must still exist. then, first the butter (no margerine) it will melt, then, the brown sugar it will melt, then the white sugar it will melt finally, the light cream and the milk swirl around the top golden butter floating upon that warm beige sea never stir, let it settle oats and boy must be at peace as the first taste violently explodes upon his young tongue. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5254 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5254 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5254 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5259-vi.-grandfather-despair-and-sunlight https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5259-vi.-grandfather-despair-and-sunlight death is a moment and a journey his son nods, but perhaps does not understand. there is a bed with white sheets and a blue spread there is a white wicker rocking chair by the window and the black iron stove in the parlor the moment will come the journey will end his son nods, but he still thinks tomorrow. there is a shadow on the porch by his feet all around the sunlight dances "Thank you," he says. "I love you," his son replies. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5259 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5259 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5259 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5260-vii.-father-courage-dreams https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5260-vii.-father-courage-dreams in his father's old brown eyes he could see no fear at all of death or dying only the reflections of his family and their dreams. talk of burden of blessings of boyhood and brotherhood then a simple thank you. the only tears between them were the condensation of love and peace where family is. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5260 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5260 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5260