https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-809-lost-along-the-weigh Poetry written in a year that weighed heavy on me me. 2011 is the year I lost my left eye. Had no job. Accomplished very little and generally fell apart, losing most of my friends. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 22:13:32 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13015-for-what-and-other-unspoken-things https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13015-for-what-and-other-unspoken-things I dream of cinnamon bark by a warm sea in a distant land where she can see my soul with her eternal eye I say her name like silence under a red star as winter becomes winter and I cool in the dry air she tells me, “Poetry is enough.”   Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:30:43 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13015 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13015 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13015 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13026-loneliness-listening-to-fading-footsteps https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13026-loneliness-listening-to-fading-footsteps I see your eyes blink back passion  then, with quiet reserve, you say, 'good night' and leave me wondering Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:29:52 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13026 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13026 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13026 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13047-hoping-for-a-kiss https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13047-hoping-for-a-kiss today i write poetry about your lips the words that wait upon them, red and full like ripe fruit ready to be spoken. Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:29:06 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13047 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13047 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13047 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13027-bright-and-naked-without-music https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13027-bright-and-naked-without-music we dance as fireflies one early summer evening a calling of stars - before the moon should come and see us here alone in a pure moment Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:18:31 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13033-better-to-be-hungry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13033-better-to-be-hungry   the path is narrow where the deer pass in cool twilight unarmed, we follow, not to catch them -  to adore them - to know what it means  to go on perhaps it is better to be hungry than to wonder is this the way forward?   Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:17:41 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13033 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13033 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13033 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13014-arguments-unworth-arguing https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13014-arguments-unworth-arguing she lied when she said every poem is about sex i tell her this through her long tut tuts her short tsktsks  her midland shhhhh's  you're wrong, some poetry's about love same thing she says Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:16:25 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13014 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13014 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13014 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13030-alone-on-an-island https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13030-alone-on-an-island in a blue glass bottle charcoal words scratched on yellowed paper bodiless words "shipwrecked come  save me." floating in a warm blue sea searching for you. Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:15:28 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13030 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13030 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13030 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13017-regarding-the-industrial-revolution https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13017-regarding-the-industrial-revolution a woman in a transparent sari sits silent draped gracefully in light cotton as young men pass considering what they can almost see through the lingering orange remains of man’s beautiful machinations she whispers to no one at all, “I am beautiful – I am,” as she starts to sob into her hands Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:59:50 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13017 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13017 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13017 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13031-no-good-answer https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13031-no-good-answer no good answer for you. a man walks into a bar and the bartender says nothing at all the man says "three shots of Jack .. better make it a double." looks up at the wall sees 3 pictures of JFK and 3 more of JFK jr. then walks out Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Thu, 29 Dec 2011 08:42:06 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13031 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13031 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13031 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13025-the-top-of-the-world https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13025-the-top-of-the-world Into the mystic shadow where the soul is green growing toward the mountain top until  I dive, I drive, I climb to find the line the revelation - the prophecy of snow and bare stone This stark place, this is not us, we are not afraid though the timber of our trembling voices goes no further than this. Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Thu, 29 Dec 2011 08:00:29 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13025 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13025 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13025 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13016-small-rejections-of-faith-on-christmas-day https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13016-small-rejections-of-faith-on-christmas-day what of the soul of the black cat that ran under my feet and died in the chasm where I tripped is that love? what of the soul of the mosquito that exploded with my blood when is ipped too much of me Is that need what of the lion sleeping under the lush baobab when his mates hunt Is that want? What of me, I ask, what of me? Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:56:37 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13016 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13016 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13016 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13013-rage-in-the-ignorance-of-a-folded-forehead https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13013-rage-in-the-ignorance-of-a-folded-forehead what do the angry people see through the squint of their third eye as they rage for a cup of something hot, or cold, or devoid of ice? what do they dream in the Godless dark where the bats are fluttering but they can not make them out through the stars? what do they know, truly know, when they scream out, out to the red pine slumbering in the almost-winter nights amongst an earth blanketed in the sharp tender needles that were once them? What do they love, these angry people, when they slaughter all the little sacreds that burble like a soothing brook upon their soul’s torn edges? ... more Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Wed, 28 Dec 2011 20:57:58 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13013 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13013 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13013 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13010-upon-becoming https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13010-upon-becoming  Oh Solitude, you are a sunless sky,  a vast gray need, unfilled and wanting without hope or a lyric.  I call you from the stoney ground  come to me, steal away these dreams that bleed my soul. I call you from beneath the oak come to me, eat these words that reveal my heart. Oh solitude, you are a cold queen, a crownless ruler, dispassionate and unloving without love or poetry. Fly, Solitude. Fly to the void  where the moon falls and we can both forget. Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Wed, 28 Dec 2011 04:31:43 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13010 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13010 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13010