https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-823-lost-in-search-of-bleaching-bones 2010 represents a lost year. Jobless, and in a time of great turmoil, my poetry explores growing older, fear of what the future may hold, and an overall sense of joyful despair. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 23:01:28 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13200-un-named-poem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13200-un-named-poem I do not tremble, the hawk circles the mouse fulfills his destiny life becomes the public confession of blood on chin, and a screech   Shame becomes my latest epoch: We are forbidden to tongue the reeds blow the seeds, eat the frogs alive so that their legs still twitch as they slide down into our bellies.   I do not weep, the cloud slides away the sun becomes a symbol of fate life floats down the the murky river like beaver bones on a current, hidden below   Generosity fades like cheer on penalty of breath. We do not dare enunciate our demons, pronounce them, whisper them like prayers. We are lost, that is the giggle, the chuckle, the laugh ... more Stephan Anstey Lost in Search of Bleaching Bones Sat, 28 Jan 2012 07:17:15 GMT /section-823-lost-in-search-of-bleaching-bones#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13200 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13200 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13200