https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-707-naturally Nature type poems. I think? en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 19:44:10 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11064-sins-of-spring https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11064-sins-of-spring and winter was our mother dying as we came to every realization that nothing is the same and snowflakes were our daddy flying away from every sunrise breaking on every broken day and icy ponds were our brothers desperate to breathe just one gulp of air that's all that they need and winter was our mother gone but not forgot everything is melting is it not? and daddy's gone again like blizzard winds over brittle bones and secret sins and the boys are silent like the aftermath of snow every night 'til eternity that's all they know and winter was our mother dying as we came upon the green grass and knew she was insane yeah, winter was our mother dying as we came as we came ... more Stephan Anstey Naturally Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:22:38 GMT /section-707-naturally#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10909-winter https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10909-winter                                                        I am a man on a couch made of marble and I must describe the emptiness of stone to explain the couch. Though you stare, this story is illegible, hard, desperate. I sit alone, breaking on the white of these arms I am a man, this couch is hard and cold. For you I must describe the chiseled edges to explain the couch. Though you reach, this fact is untouchable, cruel, distant. I sit alone, aching on the chipped creases I am a man on a couch made of marble and I must describe the meaning of the couch to explain the marble. Though you dream, this sleep is empty, cold, deviant. I am a couch beneath a man, empty and distant and cold. ... more Stephan Anstey Naturally Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:47:37 GMT /section-707-naturally#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10904-eyes-closed-listening-to-the-snow-fall https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10904-eyes-closed-listening-to-the-snow-fall                       You don’t see things the way a rose petal sees a snowflake death and beauty, resounding like bells - small sacrifices to a purposeful God, blind and all knowing. The alpha and omega. Winter, pine needles of ice and conjecture. Stephan Anstey Naturally Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:57:30 GMT /section-707-naturally#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10904 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10904 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10904 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10901-saturday-night-snowstorm.-january-2009. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10901-saturday-night-snowstorm.-january-2009.                      Ride the war horse frozen man, hungry dog bleed, proclaim victory in the winter night. Consume the rigid air, the long dismal thoughts stripped, starved and committed to the icy pleasure. Oh Child, Oh Man. Ye sometimes-liar, chained to the deafening white where love and  hatred are simple. Ride on, beat the beast, fly, wet and terrible into the miscreant swirls. Drink deep, child, this reckless silence this ponderous air of frigid conviction. Oh, Man, ye sometimes-honest freedom in the deep dark where winter never ends. Stephan Anstey Naturally Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:54:15 GMT /section-707-naturally#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10901 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10901 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10901