https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-136-amanda-baker en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 01:37:55 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12493-explaining-nostalgia https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12493-explaining-nostalgia No. It isn't the thinness of my recollection. It's the stale odor of alcohol on my breath and something delicate- something pink; the peonies that have since bloomed, discarding their petals with no memory of us. I hate them. I hate that my skin has no integrity. I've become handmaid to it's betrayal- tactility the grandest of lies. My eyes are sorely bound to our passing; an industry of stone- a polished reminder of my own insignificance. Longing assembles. Blistering like braille on my abdomen; I am firebrand. Burning; and remarkably untouched. ... more Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Thu, 22 Jul 2010 04:09:23 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12491-because-i-can-t-make-an-omelet https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12491-because-i-can-t-make-an-omelet I collect only male lovers. They feel more certain, and punctuated: against my skin. I know his leaving, and I pour myself another cup of coffee, let the gnaw in my belly remain in the messied sheets where I fucked him when all I really wanted from him was breakfast and light conversation in the morning before he forgot my name. Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Tue, 20 Jul 2010 03:55:25 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12491 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12491 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12491 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12490-speaking-for-things-unspoken https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12490-speaking-for-things-unspoken the inadequacies of words Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Tue, 20 Jul 2010 03:52:51 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12490 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12490 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12490 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12341-to-make-healing-more-bearable https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12341-to-make-healing-more-bearable "In holding together and clutching we imagined ourselves to be whole" -Dee Rimbaud Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Fri, 26 Feb 2010 06:50:25 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12340-of-orange-blossoms-and-death https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12340-of-orange-blossoms-and-death Mother has gone to a funeral, though not her own. I pray for swarms of bees, thousands of incessant wings drumming to mute the sound of her suffering. Their stingers bloody her fingers as a needle would a dressmaker's, too haughty for a thimble. They've built hives on her tongue. She is all mouth; infinite swarm, and I in my flower print dress she made for me, her blood still on my cuff. Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Fri, 26 Feb 2010 06:48:15 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12027-explaining-displacement https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12027-explaining-displacement I came without you last night; two fingers curled like parentheses between my thighs where I left you. & autumn became just as fleeting. I remember red as if it were currency; borrowed from womanhood and the kiss that claimed us one. I remember how you fed me oranges & I tongued the seeds while my fingers played in your hair. I crawled inside your analogy and made love to you as if I were an eggshell; small and brittle, unable to stand the concrete weight of your hands. I raise the hem of my skirt; my womb has gone back to war beneath ripe cotton. I try to draw a line between us & peel back the blisters of what you left inside of me; the colour of a thousand tight throated blossoms when it bleeds. I bought oranges today & picked dandelions to place on my breasts where your skin still covers me. I smell of sandalwood and citrus- I snuff out my cigarette in the fruits flesh and gnaw on the rind.   ... more Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:41:21 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11976-because-there-are-no-answers https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11976-because-there-are-no-answers I've worn these suicides as bangles on thin wrists and I cannot recall spring; fierce with birth-     -fierce with unending I am beaten to the soil where my tongue is too afraid to venture into the soft stray of a kiss; sweet and earthy               punctuated I ache for tulips or anything windswept; certain of it's growth- -and death. Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Fri, 02 Oct 2009 23:25:28 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11976 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11976 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11976 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4543-untitled https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4543-untitled I pull my perfectly browned crispy yet soft bagel from the toaster. I rumage through the fridge deciding between cream cheese and butter, jelly or sweet preserves. Today, I am only brave enough to eat it plain. Someday In May May 2007 Tue, 23 Jun 2009 16:41:48 GMT /section-277#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4543 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4543 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4543 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7947-missing-the-point https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7947-missing-the-point with grocery bags weightedby canned lima beans and chocolate ice cream, i pause to admire how clearthe sky is tonight, the moon full with obligationto the nocturnalsand turning tides. i can't recall a night so clearor stars more obediant. i call you out to see,going on about perfectionand joy in a rare moment. you gently remind me ofthe melting ice cream,urging me into the housewhile rattling off the namesof half a dozen constellations Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:09:37 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7947 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7947 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7947 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3734-dirty-laundry-is-easier-to-swallow-with-chardonnay https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3734-dirty-laundry-is-easier-to-swallow-with-chardonnay and I can't go there, not again. It's so fucking cold there. I'll regret nothing, and everything. But I will carry this knowledge of avoidance in my left hip pocket with the lint the dryer left from your old t-shirt.   Somday In May But April brought rain Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:07:26 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3734 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3734 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3734 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3818-the-last-place-i-looked https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3818-the-last-place-i-looked He used to leave little yellow post-it's before he left for work. Always in places he knew I would find them. The scribbled hello's never seemed heartfelt until he stopped sending them. Somday In May But April brought rain Sat, 20 Jun 2009 22:34:32 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3818 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3818 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3818 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3877-the-language-of-leaving https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3877-the-language-of-leaving but I didn’t mention that I fell in love with you somewhere in between those sheets and your smile I laced myself upon your familiar lips hoping I would somehow become part of their dialect but my name became nothing more than the morning breath you sterilize and rinse away Somday In May But April brought rain Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:37:10 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3877 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3877 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3877 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3816-i-loved-you-again-after-coffee https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3816-i-loved-you-again-after-coffee 6 am the sudden startle of morning sounds itself in the static of the alarm my legs give pause before sliding over the side not in dread, but reluctant to depart the pitch of yours I fumble in the kitchen over last night's leftovers and todays duties hoping for Columbian roast I pull my robe a little tighter chilled in the absence of last night of us We were something holy I held my breath   Somday In May But April brought rain Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:06:09 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3816 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3816 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3816 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11492-clarity https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11492-clarity you know Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:13:27 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11492 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11492 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11492 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5427-in-passing https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5427-in-passing He has changed meto the fondness of him I have his handsat midnightcrouched in the whisperthat betrays my voice He grits his teethagainst the boneI borrowed of him holding my eyesin the burden of lightwhere intrusive shadows dream aloud Someday In May But April brought rain Fri, 29 May 2009 04:55:17 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5427 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5427 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5427 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3878-spring-just-brings-longer-days https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3878-spring-just-brings-longer-days I found a bit of winterthat had been left behindin the shades of greyand peeling paint ofmy upstairs window sill. It's husky whisper wasmuted by the buzzingof spring's haughty arrivalwith lengthening of days,and rain. I wept under my breathfor winter's resignation and this bitternessit left behind Somday In May But April brought rain Fri, 29 May 2009 04:49:01 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3878 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3878 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3878 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7894-her https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7894-her I did love her. Though I never distanced myself far enough to utter it aloud. I watched her ready herself to delight the boys. She was a venture they all rallied themselves around awkward and hard for her rejection. In her stillness, we talked of miseries, dreams. I brushed her hair out of tangle and expectation so again she could laze in shades that perhaps I had placed her in. She was everything sun-soaked and delicate that I longed to comprehend. There was no perfection about her but her smile was a sermon   and I prayed for every breath. ... more Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Fri, 29 May 2009 04:45:58 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7894 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7894 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7894 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11466-absence-is-persistent https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11466-absence-is-persistent i. i am tempted by the momentum of hands and the possibilites fingers hold when pressed lightly on heavy shoulders because "alone" has teeth these days ii. i haven't written in months and i need to wage a war against logic against the cruelty of puncuation   because somehow i can breath in the freedom of a run on sentance   iii. i will not write of tears memory or half empty beds at two thirty a.m. because realization feels too much like an epilouge and i haven't the language iv. it should have been smaller the moment where weakness became another word for fucking just for promise of heat and that truth will leave a mark v. i am jealous of writers whos words never betray them mine have gutted me because absence is persistent and i struggle to find a single harsh word to cut you deep enough   ... more Amanda Baker But April brought rain Fri, 29 May 2009 15:33:44 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11466 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11466 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11466 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4183-for-the-sake-of-sounding https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4183-for-the-sake-of-sounding I shed my clothes. Free of the strings that tangle me to the tide. I stand, rooted as the pines, reckoned to charred stillness. There is no rain today. No rain, No wind, Nothing to calm this raging skin. Even the rivers have renounced their translation. I kneel, amongst the silt. Once yielding comfort, now nothing more than muted debris. Unsettled in these restraints I throw stones, for the sake of sounding.         Somday In May Hopefully Apathetic Wed, 27 May 2009 16:45:48 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5360-the-duty-of-roses https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5360-the-duty-of-roses When laid heavily roses perform savagery on the lips of orchids. Snarled against thorn and thought. Onerous breath brought by love’s retreat pulls petal from stem. Beauty remembers when hands held roses who knew nothing of death. When love was a sonnet whispered gently through hopeful tuned ears. Someday In May But April brought rain Wed, 27 May 2009 15:52:41 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5360 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5360 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5360 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9819-because-he-asked-what-i-was-thinking https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9819-because-he-asked-what-i-was-thinking allow me to come undone, softly in the subtle light where my eyes begin to dance sing to me of beauty and desire until i remember how freedom tastes then read my heart aloud knowing every word is painted in your colors hold me close in hard silence so your breath may rest against my skin until love is the voice we hold to our lips let my mouth ache for you as summer begins to fold in upon itself allow me to come undone, quietly where there is no threat of war on my hands or garland of thorn about my feet wait for me here in my unraveling so that i may kiss you and again until i find the forgiveness to love you loudly   ... more Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Sat, 18 Oct 2008 18:43:29 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9819 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9819 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9819 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9020-because-today-feels-random https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9020-because-today-feels-random I need poetry today,sex and wild onions beneaththe precise blue of breathless summer skies,and death. I need cold potato soup,skinned knees and coffeewith a stranger's handup my denim skirt,and beauty. I need bruised apples,dirty laundry and the symphony of a millionstars gently dying,and you Amanda Baker Title-less Tue, 14 Oct 2008 02:47:27 GMT /section-296-title-less#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9020 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9020 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9020 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9075-silence-comes-unsuited https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9075-silence-comes-unsuited overhauled Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:36:04 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8893-of-obsidian-twilight-and-june https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8893-of-obsidian-twilight-and-june tomorrow, i will gain the hourgathered from shrinking moments,tucked mindfully with notionsi've preened into souvenirs. when midday unarms itself ofmornings hoarse edge,there will be no pleading burdento wage war against. every delicate sigh of sufferingwill be passed over with thecandor of a kept tongue somy words may fall fertile. held against this hour,the fervor eros confesseswill deliver glass from stone,humbling the length of a day Amanda Baker Sometimes...it just is Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:35:36 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8893 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8893 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8893 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7661-the-slowness-of-death https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7661-the-slowness-of-death men assign their visionsto women when their heads are turned. she feels him, she can alwaysfeel his eyes, fumblingawkwardly against her like a boy, struggling to negotiate his zipperand a hard on. his left hand kneedingher right breast as ifit were one of those sand filled stress reducerballoons with a ridiculousface painted on it's front. it's over before it began.her eyes dart his direction,he turns his focus back to the book in handstill on page eighty three,and wonders if she knows how he had just fucked herand that he will fuck heragain this evening ... more Someday In May Sometimes...it just is Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:35:19 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7661 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7661 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7661 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7600-inversion https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7600-inversion I We shall call him Possibility. He never spoke his name, though he made a point to say hers matter-of-factly many times, as if he were folding it into memory to be looked upon again, when the kids had gone to bed and attachment seemed less confining. II She talked easily about herself, her children, her life, her resemblance to a married woman. She blushed quietly when he asked her out for coffee, noting the likeness of their faces in shadows of dim light and mild truths. III Where are they now, those moments we stole and fit into the seams of our pockets with spare change we won't admit to having if someone were to ask. When the day has become still, they rally together, rising up much as a soul would if asked to become something more than it's able of being. Metaphor draws in close, as if hypothetical change and moments captured in a hypothetical pocket could so closely adhere themselves to hope. IV I drink my coffee, alone, gray ghosts trail silently from my lips where intimacy used to gather in the subtle shift of noontime to evening when conversation came undigested. I bow down to hear the dry cough of what life remains here. V But what light will rise up this day? Will the draft of non being catch unannounced in a stray bit of glossy recollection and beckon me? Only an empty soul can remain within it's grave of walls where dust is content to bide itself unstirred, never to be transformed into a small glimpse of possibility in the hours of morning's prime. VI Mild truths prefer dim shadows where daydreams are the blisters our tongues become fraught with. The hoarse whisper of hope begins to separate body and dream. And we find ourselves ending here, somewhere in the distance between coffee with a stranger and the subtle realization, this too will scar, and the soul stirs, lending itself momentarily to revelation. ... more Someday In May Sometimes...it just is Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:35:05 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5866-hunger-tastes-of-honey https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5866-hunger-tastes-of-honey When we first met poetry bound us Fingering words, one by one lining them with sharp wit and subtle charm (grin) Strolling along the edge of casual and shouldn’t dare you recite Yeats blurring the borders between lust and letting go (grin) Ankle to shoulder, there is fire in the nouns you trace along the precise curves of my thighs Tell me how hunger tastes again, and again (grin) Someday In May Hopefully Apathetic Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:34:18 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5910-a-lesson-in-chemistry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5910-a-lesson-in-chemistry My mind is a canvas for you.Every touch, whisper, breathfinds me wrapped in your bedsheets. The weight of cobalt satincombing free my entanglements. stay with me Your eyes have me here,full on in this moment. Freely. more Someday In May Hopefully Apathetic Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:34:00 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3833-the-art-of-making-mountains https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3833-the-art-of-making-mountains We talked for hours that shattered into days before we realized it had left us strangers digging through mud and shit for the relief that we never knew wasn't what we needed Yet we clung to it with an iron grip turning pebbles into mountains just to have something to feel small against Somday In May But April brought rain Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:33:41 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3833 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3833 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3833 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5913-reaching-for-a-place-to-pivot https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5913-reaching-for-a-place-to-pivot tell me again, lovehow you would mouth my most private partsuntil there is nosuffering left to utter i've been so longwith my heels dug into constant assemblageof scar to tissue intimacy colorsitself in bruisesand cobblestones atthe back of my throat tell me again, lovehow you would tongue-tie violets faintly uponmy most secret foldsuntil there is no morebone egded barrier and my everflexed breathburns red to run riot about your aching contoursthat steady me free harbor me seamless withinyour subtle afterlight and copper strings of verityso that we two may lean Someday In May But April brought rain Mon, 13 Oct 2008 21:34:37 GMT /section-227-but-april-brought-rain#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5913 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9514-an-accumulation-of-cinnamon https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9514-an-accumulation-of-cinnamon The bruised fruit I bought last week remind me of how death must look Moldy rinds loitering with gnats in the orange bowl I keep filling because I like the way it looks on the counter by the fridge (You never wanted a girl like me) A girl who pulls the cinnamon from the cupboard a thousand times to wrap myself  in it's sharpness but never makes the fruit salad because I know a thing or two about the importance of desire How foolish of me to think a girl (like me) could slice an apple thin enough to make amends more likely between us when longing tangles itself in saffron staining your harsh tongue ... more Amanda Baker Hopefully Apathetic Wed, 17 Sep 2008 07:21:58 GMT /section-228-hopefully-apathetic#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9514 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9514 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9514 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4823-meter-for-dummies https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4823-meter-for-dummies Can we work on meter? Because frankly, I suck at it. There has to be some tid-bit someone can offer to make meter a little less like pulling my hair out one by one. I have written from the time I got up this morning until now (dinner time) and have not been able to come up with even one line that had anything close to meter. I blame it on the fact that I am a tone deaf hick and do not speak with the stress on the appropriate syllables. I really want to become better at this. PLEASE…help me. ... more Someday In May Structures, Styles and Sonnetation Sun, 21 Sep 2008 23:18:11 GMT /section-350-structures-styles-and-sonnetation#comments 31 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4823 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4823 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4823