https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky Family, Friends, and typically maudlin fare. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 12:43:06 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11082-explaining-how-we-are-all-the-fillet-o-fish https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11082-explaining-how-we-are-all-the-fillet-o-fish the cold grey angst of morning hangs about him, the boat and her quiet music of rope and the massage of water against her waterline. He casts toward the thin reeds by the fog-blurred shore pauses, and deliberately starts to reel. i wait, and consider the bait. the veil of chill morning rests above me, the boat and her thundering music of foot and the message of water against her waterline. He reels toward the thing reeds of my fog-blurred logic pauses, and deliberately stars to cast i wait, and consider the bait. the lonely grey of morning hangs about him, the boat and her sobbing music of tether and the mess of water against hi cheeks. I bite hard the thin line under the fog-blurrred dream he sets, and deliberately starts to reel. i wait, and consider my fate. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 19 Mar 2009 05:31:51 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11071-un-speaking-passion-in-a-world-of-sheets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11071-un-speaking-passion-in-a-world-of-sheets Whisper again, over and over, that you love me.  Though I can't hear, as you repeat, the rhythm becomes my heartbeat.  I know you, here, in the darkness where fingers touch, touch, run, fly, and sip soft flesh. I whisper, again, over and over, that i love you. Speak once, and hold the best of your kiss for later, when the urgency is raging purple and ready to explode - hot and honest, because no lies can live here. I know you, here, in the darkness where flesh burns, burns, shivers, cries and aches against fingers. I scream, once, into you. God, I love you. Now, it is the truth, silence alone speaks our names. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:34:49 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10913-a-muse-in-the-night-see-em https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10913-a-muse-in-the-night-see-em                                   From high atop the rickety chairs the delicate shadows of a broom and of Barbara chasing a mouse around the table. The sound of almost breaking and a blur of eyes whirring around the exits. Displays, signs pointing, crazed light, and a scream. The hard hopeless dash of sin and skin across hardwood fur, tail, get out get out and then the hole truth of it all, in the moiling black around the moon. She shatters a fragile sigh like lightbulb pop a spectacle a shimmer a seething flying hope for the stars and the discounted admission to certain knowledge Barbara, Barbara, breathe your soul is saved your heart beats the mouse in the house is gone. Free at last Free at last Free at alst. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:54:21 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10912-perception-becomes-reality https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10912-perception-becomes-reality                                 Pin the donkey's tail to my fat butt please. but do not tell my children it is not mine. Let them believe that I am the lard ass with the tail to tell them what to do. Let them dream about riding me away. Let them hunt for my remains in the clouds and laugh, "there's dad, see the tail?" Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:52:52 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10912 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10912 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10912 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10908-jasmine-tea https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10908-jasmine-tea                                                 The cast-iron kettle steams a choir of voiceless stars truer than us. They lurch in desperation toward God, for one songed sorry kiss wait above the green as if heaven is what grows below the art of shadows a howling monster of melody from which angels soar to love us in the prudent conniption of blindness and dawn. You touch the green of your eyes to my lips. I am man. The cerulean cup holds armless naked clouds bigger than us. They race in circles, kiss the wide brim, wait above the green as if heaven is what grows below the bold and steeping earth a windless winding slip of sip from which angels escape to love us in the reckless calm of reflection and sunset. I lift the hazel of my eyes to see you. You are woman. Two tongues entwined around the memory of leaves and honey. The head, the breath, the scent of tea and a whisper. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:31:31 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10908 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10907-anatomy-of-a-sneeze https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10907-anatomy-of-a-sneeze                                          it is toes and the small hairs on the back of a left calf that are missed when she shaves it is nose and the long breath pulled back then left to hang like the anticipation of a kiss it explodes and the better angels of our destiny are halved we miss the blessing, but we are saved Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:30:53 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10907 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10902-midnight-on-a-hopeless-street https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10902-midnight-on-a-hopeless-street                                   In a black peacoat Benjamin chased her across an icy street. The moist snow massaged golden streetlights slipped down into the storm drains and he wept her name, Estelle, Estelle, Estelle, until the small gray void of automobile spun spun around upon the slick of crystal spun around her, her in blood, in blood wet, broken and dying. He stopped and watched her last breath. In a black peacoat Benjamin wept, leapt across the icy street. The moist snow dancing around covering her body. her body limp, and all the love gone like stars behind the clouds. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:55:42 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10902 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10902 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10902 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10899-on-the-shore-of-merrymeeting-lake https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10899-on-the-shore-of-merrymeeting-lake                            my friend Charlie reminded me of a fire on a tiny white beach on a tiny blue lake where we had never been at together and the flames were purple in the center and we sat in a circle and we drank nothing but water and water and more water it was august, but the night grew cold. it was august, but i didn't know Charlie and it was august, but it was not summer there my friend Charlie reminded me of a fire built from gray driftwood of a tree cut down and drown where a lake had never been before and the flames were gold on the edges and we talked in a circle and we drank nothing but water and water and more water it was childhood, but the embers were cooling it was childhood, but i didn't know Charlie and it was childhood, but it was not prattle there my friend Charlie reminded me of a fire burning for the last hours of a day otherwise forgotten and gone where a man had never been before and the flames where orange mostly and we danced in a circle and we drank nothing but water and water and more water ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:35:35 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10899 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10899 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10899 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10898-sex https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10898-sex                                                          Because you breathe I know God is there, holding you, with warm finger tips and a thousand angels each caressing your words with his very name. The moonlight rests upon the snow like a long harmony in that eternal hymn: Hosanna in the highest, Blessed are you who comes in the name Oh GOD. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:34:45 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10898 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10898 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10898 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10893-absinthe https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10893-absinthe Darkness is more than the absence the green faerie's soft alliance To pull the poet behind the drapes Drown him in Degas and then escape. The muse, the light the endlessness of hope and love and perfect night Darkness is more than the loss of sight & taste it is the cost of art, and time and place Sip the muse drink the brew wormwood's dreams of dark ensue Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:25:42 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10893 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10893 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10893 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10879-birthday-twins https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10879-birthday-twins We children of December push a shovel full of thick heavy snow shifting the cold into piles like pretty maids in curvy rows beside the path.  One wears black boots the other brown slippers. Come, pretty maids, grow in the storm let the white satin accumulate spin like taffeta at a dance, turn before the piny hills, where sudden infants lay still in a dream of twinned meadows, twinned red pine, the red needles of midnight huddled under the fabric wander the corn stalks across from Mr. Day steal the purity from the moonlight We children of December pull skates along the edges of the pool shifting the cold into endless lines like a broken mother in brown shoes old and worn. Sleep tired twins with many dreams of broth and dew mewl before the wrinkled sheets where expected babes will rest in a fit of lonely darkness lonely together, alabaster blankets of morning curled and fetal under the fabric We children of December One flesh, not mind, We come, like pretty maids, Come like our dear old mother and celebrate the wanton blizzards of youth. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:39:54 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10879 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10879 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10879 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10878-with-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10878-with-you I can         not sleep twisted in             to feet all positions               eyes closed you reach           across      the sheets come                  back to back we            are naked on each        other's pillows the safe dreams,                 of missing half myself            flying off            into a void.              I am                   awake. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:38:19 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10878 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10878 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10878 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10457-before-the-game https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10457-before-the-game These are the words I wrote for Cameron after we talked about how a man can write a poem. In the beginning they were light ... Every word I said hung in the air like fruit growing on tree of knowledge. He is the son. We suck down our spaghetti somewhere in the North End off of the gold street lights of a blustery slick Hanover Street and talk about the way the puck will slide across the ice. The pinot noir is deep and dry until my lips pucker and my head aches for want of salvation. I am the father. He laughs so hard he holds his side, and we rejoice because baseball will start in a few weeks when the pitchers and the catchers report. The spirit of the new year is a two faced God, and a serpent begging us to eat. Papa is dead. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Sat, 03 Jan 2009 06:04:03 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10457 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10457 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10457