https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-579-loom en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 03:55:33 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8486-blood-in-the-water https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8486-blood-in-the-water   Beneath time's blue umbrella, we sit spinning repeating history, her breath held nearly half a century exhales along with mine; shared smoke surrounds our mouths' found intimacy- lit long ago between sisters of chance. Two flames burning the decaying hope of daughters.   There's blood in the water, she said.   For years, each failing face kept fists hidden beneath skin, knuckles still struck secret worlds of bruised distortion, yet each public eye turned dry for fear of shame. we grew up smiling at our pain, But night grew women ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8486 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8486 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8486 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8723-time-s-peddlar https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8723-time-s-peddlar Some days seem old when they begin, the sense, that somehow they've been lived- as if past's vagabond had bundled time and wandered to my when.   On my doorstep, In cold blue mist, a peddlar with his pack of sorrows pawned, every trade made for tomorrow, all tomorrows sold and gone, he's worn and weary, so, I make a pot of tea, he smiles lopsided eyes and shares a cup with me, his pack of secret things clangs softly on the ground.   In burlap rustling round, ... more Celticlion Loom Mon, 26 May 2008 22:08:57 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8723 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8723 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8723 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8725-outside-the-walls https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8725-outside-the-walls How he had betrayed us, holding the brutal weapon of love against our throats- pale edge of a sacred leaf's promise, daring us taste the woods beyond where fragrant roots expanded through dark musky earth, damp scent breathing from mosses, brown mushrooms and naked skin.   If we must hide from him- his garden where we first woke, now forbidden; then weep all his sons, for sorrow's his true name. Celticlion Loom Mon, 26 May 2008 18:50:27 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8725 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8725 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8725 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8718-so-we-baked-satan-a-pie https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8718-so-we-baked-satan-a-pie The occasional singe suffered from sparks that flew from her, seemed the potential hazard of a dullard's misstep. Her purple laughter punctured all lavender pretense.   Together we thumbed our toes at convention; hitchhiking on a blown-up dandelion puff's white eyelashes, floating ahead of our colour coordinated delusions, spontaneously appearing to dangle like intrigue from fate's most forbidden finger, as if we were both a strange coincidence familiar to each other- a passion shared for grand illusion, talent wasted daily by the sparse requirements of mere existance.    We indulged ourselves, ... more Celticlion Loom Mon, 26 May 2008 15:26:23 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8718 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8718 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8718 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8713-losing-the-new-hole-in-his-chest https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8713-losing-the-new-hole-in-his-chest Then he was gone and death began, for the very first time. As if some unseen hand forced loss into the young boy's world, into the new hole in his chest. He'd loved, not knowing life grows cold, it made his eyes flood, clutching air, his breathing stopped. The doctor's final white words stood, his father paid the sleeping bill. He felt how living without joy's companion, left pain's constant cry, the drive home quiet, resolute, until he saw his mother's face and sobbed. ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 24 May 2008 15:02:00 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8713 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8713 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8713 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8708-tunneling-above-the-pulse-of-vision-revised https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8708-tunneling-above-the-pulse-of-vision-revised Not sure if poem is cohesive Celticlion Loom Sat, 24 May 2008 14:57:54 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8708 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8708 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8708 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8652-girl-in-the-garden-poem-goes-wth-painting-by-same-name https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8652-girl-in-the-garden-poem-goes-wth-painting-by-same-name Please do visit Maggie Huscroft's site to see her beautiful paintings. She's a marvelous poet and her work is very inspiring...C Celticlion Loom Mon, 19 May 2008 11:32:53 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8652 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8652 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8652 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8648-rapunzel-s-tower-takes-off https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8648-rapunzel-s-tower-takes-off A play on the fairy tale with two endings Celticlion Loom Sun, 18 May 2008 22:07:25 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8648 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8648 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8648 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8647-the-lost-ones https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8647-the-lost-ones   Who are these that never find their way; a woman wanders fear-filled hills, her teardrops bruise the beaten path, wind's skirt of blue, blows fate's fist past. Who are these lonely, quiet souls?   Who are these scared and lonely souls? They touch each path but, always wait, for hesitation knows though still, all things might shift their shape at will. Night's hallways walk Hell's memories past, a sleepless girl-- her eyes on lock, to stare beyond what she can't stop. Who are the ones now suffering ... more Celticlion Loom Sun, 18 May 2008 18:51:29 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8623-three-triolets-in-purple https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8623-three-triolets-in-purple I'm trying a new form Celticlion Loom Sat, 17 May 2008 17:26:29 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8623 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8623 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8623 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8610-the-wonderfully-dysfunctional-death-of-psychoanalysis https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8610-the-wonderfully-dysfunctional-death-of-psychoanalysis ...a goofy poem Celticlion Loom Fri, 16 May 2008 20:20:54 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8610 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8610 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8610 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8612-veil-of-wind-and-other-garments https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8612-veil-of-wind-and-other-garments   It was too late for sleeping~ the night dressed in cold leaves shook loose the reins of wind from my hand, we flew green shadows through a loom of trees, the moon, a stalk of silver wove white hooves, in fields of stars collapsing in dawn's arms, But we, beyond the branches of all reckless heaven's reach, fed our wingless hearts to echoes of vast beauty's endless doom.   Celticlion Loom Thu, 15 May 2008 11:04:36 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8539-devil-island https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8539-devil-island I wish I could pray in the winter but God is vacationing Celticlion Loom Tue, 13 May 2008 18:54:53 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8539 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8539 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8539 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8569-ten-torch-songs-to-the-city https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8569-ten-torch-songs-to-the-city   The drive down to the city is ten torch songs long, sitting shotgun singing baby sister's backseat blues.   Mother's bare skin; she's trouble steering toward her connection, hoping for a discount; in a tube top, red satin hot pants, pumping pedals in 5 inch platform heels.   Windows rolled down catching the last of asphalt's noon-trapped heat, evening smothered sticky black, my filthy bare feet hanging out to feel smog blowing twilight's breeze.   Left turn, The Cellar Door's parking lot, where mother disappears down stairs, ... more Celticlion Loom Mon, 12 May 2008 12:03:42 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8569 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8569 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8569 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8553-zombie-housewife https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8553-zombie-housewife Conjuring in your kitchen death simmers on your wrists.Hysteric eyes singethe fragrant limb laidraw to drain,sparking your frozen tipsalong its naked skin. (you are a witch,rising at dawn dreamless.) Clawing corners up the sterile thread spun white where night's invasive web is eaten-mouth sucking scent from walls. (imposter) I hunt her down,luring her with new rituals for self-annihilation. Little bitch,you must dieto live. I cut off her head,dressing her bodyin olive oil and herbs.Lovingly,I lay her in the furyof the oven Celticlion Loom Sat, 10 May 2008 17:11:10 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8553 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8553 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8553 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8547-the-beaver-of-mankind https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8547-the-beaver-of-mankind In the end, he still needed his cell phone Celticlion Loom Sat, 10 May 2008 17:04:29 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8547 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8547 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8547 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8561-blue-woods-for-an-old-man https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8561-blue-woods-for-an-old-man       Blue Woods for an Old Man   An old man wanders woods in rain, morning's blue drizzle dripping through an hourglass of leaves.   Time stays behind his aimless path, eyes failing, stones in silence pass, grey steps bathed green, ears deaf still hear life's endless thirst born within each seed.   Brown eyes, blurry puddles blind, look up feeling infinite sky- clouds drifting down to graze the gravied treetops- every white bite's clatter of crumbs, between enormous roots, their plunging tongues in black soil, ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 10 May 2008 13:32:25 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8561 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8561 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8561 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8550-rewarding-the-artist-or-an-artist-s-reward https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8550-rewarding-the-artist-or-an-artist-s-reward moooooo Celticlion Loom Fri, 09 May 2008 15:48:17 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8550 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8550 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8550 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8370-one-room-where-two-was-blue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8370-one-room-where-two-was-blue For all the Monkeys. Inspired by Anstey's "Does Art Matter?" Celticlion Loom Sun, 04 May 2008 22:18:25 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8370 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8370 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8370 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8454-scree https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8454-scree I think I screwed up the ending of this completely Celticlion Loom Sat, 03 May 2008 00:50:51 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8454 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8454 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8454