https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-153-ruth-elliott If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it? en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 15:30:10 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11261-fade https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11261-fade on the window ledge, the daffodils open in their mason jar of water a dried bud keeps the smallest incomplete its uneven yellow face turns to me, away from the sunlight. do I love because I know one day I will leave? in the garden the crocus have begun to wilt, except for the patch that hid themselves beneath the large stone. in their solitude, they do not know the time to fade.   Ruth Elliott Callooh's Odd Socks Sat, 11 Apr 2009 02:37:12 GMT /section-334-callooh-s-odd-socks#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11261 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11261 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11261 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10302-cranes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10302-cranes   after, we heard the sand cranes far away, their voices sang like bamboo chimes in the yard in spring they will gather till their songs are overpowering till their bodies are all that can be seen but on this cool day as our world settles to sleep they sing gently as they fly into the clouds   Ruth Elliott Callooh's Odd Socks Mon, 08 Dec 2008 02:53:25 GMT /section-334-callooh-s-odd-socks#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10302 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10302 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10302 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10273-acorn https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10273-acorn here we love and rest our heads here you touch me here we are unwound here I am your lover here our hands unclasp and here I bid you leave and in my hand, one acorn that you will never see   Ruth Elliott Callooh's Odd Socks Sun, 23 Nov 2008 14:06:59 GMT /section-334-callooh-s-odd-socks#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10273 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10273 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10273 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10001-celery https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10001-celery you arrive as the last carrot is chopped my eyes still wet from onions today we have music and at the window red leaves dance shadows on his laundry waiting for me to hang beside my own beneath you I smell the celery on my hands       callooh Callooh's Odd Socks Mon, 03 Nov 2008 15:20:04 GMT /section-334-callooh-s-odd-socks#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10001 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10001 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10001 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4775-cataclysmic-cosmic-approaching-catatonic https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4775-cataclysmic-cosmic-approaching-catatonic mental barf written on a fast food napkin (really) callooh Words Words Words Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4775 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4775 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4775 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9240-have-mercy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9240-have-mercy with thanks to Eliza Gilkyson callooh Words Words Words Fri, 25 Jul 2008 00:17:35 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9240 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9240 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9240 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9165-lost-faith https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9165-lost-faith I am a metaphor for my own life callooh Words Words Words Thu, 17 Jul 2008 00:34:04 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9165 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9165 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9165 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9108-and-i-hate-waiting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9108-and-i-hate-waiting last one callooh Words Words Words Sun, 06 Jul 2008 22:47:23 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9107-feeling-empty https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9107-feeling-empty and again callooh Words Words Words Sat, 05 Jul 2008 18:29:52 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9107 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9107 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9107 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9106-backspacing https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9106-backspacing Catherine strikes again! callooh Words Words Words Sun, 06 Jul 2008 04:14:22 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9106 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9106 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9106 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9105-suck https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9105-suck   because you eat the good ice cream and leave 3 spoonfuls I am forced to scoop with chocolate dipped fingers the remains and suck till my head throbs     callooh Words Words Words Sat, 05 Jul 2008 18:38:36 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9105 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9105 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9105 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9085-writing-about https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9085-writing-about 15year old words callooh Words Words Words Tue, 01 Jul 2008 23:38:03 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9085 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9085 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9085 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8909-a-poem-for-my-lover https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8909-a-poem-for-my-lover   I love my hands on the curve of your back our legs wrapped when I can't feel where I end and you begin the feel of hair moving against smooth skin my mouth, breathing your breath when our teeth touch and tongues tease I love your beard tickling behind my knees and shoulders across my stomach I love myself, when I'm with you callooh Words Words Words Wed, 23 Dec 2009 16:03:27 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8909 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8729-a-poet-s-epilogue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8729-a-poet-s-epilogue it sucks as well, but here it is callooh Words Words Words Fri, 30 Jul 2010 23:30:02 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8729 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8729 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8729 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8674-groove https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8674-groove it sucked callooh Words Words Words Mon, 26 May 2008 20:17:38 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8674 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8674 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8674 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8654-god-save-the-queen https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8654-god-save-the-queen and just in time callooh Words Words Words Thu, 22 May 2008 12:26:17 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8645-ecstasy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8645-ecstasy Stephen's fault again callooh Words Words Words Thu, 22 May 2008 12:30:33 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8645 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8645 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8645 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8644-wrapper https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8644-wrapper Stephen made me callooh Words Words Words Thu, 22 May 2008 12:35:31 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8644 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8644 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8644 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8191-rind https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8191-rind   do you hate me when you jerk-off into roadside take-out napkins? or maybe,  maybe you really are dead this time. the police will pound on my door I can play surprised and maybe slip on grief; stupid things will be said nothing will be shouted from couches behind tea cups with cold bitter leaves. your mother's bilious vomit will digest her finish a selfless death her greatest tribute; the door slams and your pounding steps shake my bed. do you weep as you climax remembering the whore in France you screwed to show me? in the dark I crush the orange rind that burned my eyes turned my fingertips white before leaving the bitterness on my lips. ... more callooh Words Words Words Wed, 21 May 2008 14:37:10 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 10 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8191 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8191 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8191 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8170-budding https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8170-budding a ciphered breeze radiates chilled fingers to flicker over my skin and keep sleep a dream. under the old quilt I imagine you, I crawl inside your likeness and rebut today's rain, the maple's goosebumped branches, my pale hands. reject robins ravening of drunken worms, to deny me, to construct another.   callooh Words Words Words Fri, 11 Apr 2008 23:27:37 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8170 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8170 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8170 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8121-rubbish https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8121-rubbish   The taxes need to be done of course on the counter, the milk continues to be ignored souring and expanding inside its container the bedding's been washed the rubbish removed her flesh consumed in living nothing is beautiful about bones we put them out of sight, and eat take-out pizza in front of the television       callooh Words Words Words Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:29:08 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 13 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8121 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8121 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8121 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7741-desire https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7741-desire in fields of bright colours I wrote a blush of wings in snow my thoughts are accidentally peppered red   muffled ducks encased in icy steaming water no less solid, but undefined   I fear what I desire most each night a dream of rescue my face distorted a life lived asleep callooh Callooh's Odd Socks Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:44:41 GMT /section-334-callooh-s-odd-socks#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7741 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7741 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7741 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7611-coming-to-zero https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7611-coming-to-zero last month we made it to the 25th this month the 20th my handful of bills will bring us to zero the bank will take their's of course and you your's and there are nine days to feed children nine days with heat maybe water and little else there are things to delay people to juggle things to cancel it's a familiar dance done with a stiff determined smile I will search for things to sell hidden bills from prosperous times tasteless treasures that are difficult to eat as my blood becomes icy and my face hot as I speak to bankers and collectors again buying time ... more callooh Words Words Words Thu, 28 Feb 2008 19:59:29 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7506-some-senyrus-step-into-a-bar https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7506-some-senyrus-step-into-a-bar I hate valentines day callooh Words Words Words Fri, 15 Feb 2008 16:39:12 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7506 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7506 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7506 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7494-her https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7494-her   I don’t want to be her quite, pretty and alone I hold the knife slit the offered throat toss her bleeding through the clouds   bleeding that’s what she does best callooh Words Words Words Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:56:11 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7494 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7494 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7494 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7493-untitled https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7493-untitled   sitting in dark rooms gets old if I had the strength I'd make the cut myself -a nice y incision- remove my organs so you can weigh and measure their worth we can put them back -if you like- or leave them out for me to play with when you are gone and I am lonely   callooh Words Words Words Sat, 16 Feb 2008 03:44:13 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7493 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7465-the-things-that-irritate-me-. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7465-the-things-that-irritate-me-. finding things slightly irritating lately. work on them for me will you?? Stephen warned me about the dangers of letting people know, like, what irritates them, but irregardless I am, like SO chunkymonkeying on callooh Assorted murmurs and rants Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:37:07 GMT /section-415-assorted-murmurs-and-rants#comments 25 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7465 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7465 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7465 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7227-cave https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7227-cave might explain 'insomnia' (slightly) callooh Words Words Words Mon, 28 Jan 2008 13:38:43 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7227 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7227 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7227 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7223-insomnia https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7223-insomnia I need sleep callooh Words Words Words Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:40:44 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7223 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7223 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7223 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7202-replete https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7202-replete my finger tracesa drop of saltyour eyesour breath I lay in faithconsumed in richness callooh Words Words Words Mon, 28 Jan 2008 19:48:55 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7129-and-now-for-sonnet-completely-different-my-father-was-a-hamster-and-nailed-to-a-perch https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7129-and-now-for-sonnet-completely-different-my-father-was-a-hamster-and-nailed-to-a-perch for Leanne, who really understands my love of form poetry callooh Words Words Words Mon, 21 Jan 2008 16:03:22 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7129 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7129 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7129 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-6868-the-owl https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-6868-the-owl I am not the peaceful owl sleeping inside the raging storm I am the tempest seething blackness blinding charcoal clouds my air I am churning, ruptured jagged lightening edges chewing shredding heart, liver, bowels, carving pieces of mouth, lips and tongue I gag on flesh, and blood and teeth my voice the sounds of thickened liquids overflowing raw trembling flesh shouting thunder jolts my bones smashing like dry branches crushing and grinding the broken ends the sharpened shards slicing muscle I search for the owl's tree old and steady small and unafraid but he is not visible to me my soul the shredding thunder is lost in pewter clouds callooh Words Words Words Wed, 16 Jan 2008 20:49:59 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 13 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/6868 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/6868 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A6868 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-6796-light-v1-v2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-6796-light-v1-v2 candle shadows dance hesitantly swaying to a flame provoked with my breath we make love in my dreams full, the tear falls in a swollen trail hot and malleable on my fingertip returned to flame to weep again   v2 candle shadows dance provoked by my breath in swaying flame   we make love in my dreams   full, the tear falls in swollen trail, hot, malleable on my fingertip returned to flame ... more callooh Words Words Words Fri, 04 Jan 2008 14:32:38 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/6796 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/6796 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A6796 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5889-compatriots https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5889-compatriots   The chipmunk in my kitchen and I are becoming friends, or perhaps compatriots is a better word. my cat lies in a soft window bed dining on sunshine and bird songs with her closed eyes. my old dog, on the couch watches but has seen too many small things come and go to be interested, she yawns and moves to the carpet in front of the fireplace. my friend and I regard each other I at my desk, he on my floor after a few minutes of a silent exchange of ideas he rounds the cupboards to the dog food dish fills his cheeks, and returns to regard me once more I imagine we exchange thoughts of the upcoming winter hot honeyed tea the colour of the leaves the darkening cold days. his thoughts he keeps to himself. I move the dog dish thinking this was not the best nutrition for a small rodent, and place shelled peanuts on my kitchen floor. he re-emerges quite serious looking from me to the peanuts which ultimately he rejects           and goes off in search of more dog food. Perhaps I'll try raisins or pecans next ... more callooh Words Words Words Sat, 27 Oct 2007 10:58:17 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5889 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5889 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5889 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5822-shame https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5822-shame   Shame wears sharpened metal gloves to crush your throat and steal your voice while he whispers "slut" into your ear he sits upon you, curving his horned nails into your chest and smiles with greenish lips his teeth are jaggedblack iron, and grate togetherwhile he laughs you will always be his favourite marionette to laugh and whisper to, as you dance just for him   callooh Words Words Words Thu, 25 Oct 2007 03:55:21 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5822 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5822 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5822 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5819-spilt https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5819-spilt   all my words are of me deep into me, and out of me about and through me spilled and running through my outstretched fingers I claw and clutch them till free they dribble from sticky fingers to splatter my white page today, I used my right hand and couldn't wash it does it count?     callooh Words Words Words Fri, 05 Oct 2007 02:55:19 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5819 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5819 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5819 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5745-caress https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5745-caress   tonight I'll write of sadnesshiding in lines of booksI share my bed with sadness, whose hands reach from printed words to caress my face and hair drift through musical harmonies to whisper secrets in my ears sadness that lies folded in a faded shirt casual softness draping my shoulders, breasts and stomach, slowly tracing the curve of my neck and spine sadness, whose gentle touch is always there the one I rest my head upon and sleep     callooh Callooh's Odd Socks Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:58:56 GMT /section-334-callooh-s-odd-socks#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5745 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5745 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5745 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5344-dearest https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5344-dearest draft - still callooh Words Words Words Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:45:28 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5344 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5344 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5344 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5286-a-litter-box-of-limericks https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5286-a-litter-box-of-limericks completely not my fault callooh Words Words Words Thu, 19 Jul 2007 03:56:37 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5286 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5286 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5286 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5213-soil https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5213-soil draft? callooh Words Words Words Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:09:20 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5213 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5213 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5213 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5162-two-days https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5162-two-days two more days. another deadline I’m not ready, again. did I do this again? I never was one of those People who could organize-their-lives-wonderfully and keep their spices-and-cereals in matching-plastic-containers. I always had extra pepper, or rice krispies the ol' ‘snap crackle pop’ that ruined my chance at a neat-and-tidy-pantry. my mother is a-neat-tidy-Person (some of you might know what THAT’s like) two days damn. damn. damn. am I ever going to get things done? two days and I’m making dragons for my daughter (very-precise-made-to-order-dragons) two days after one extension, ... more callooh Words Words Words Sun, 08 Jul 2007 22:21:57 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5162 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5162 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5162 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5029-alive-for-one-week https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5029-alive-for-one-week it's been a week, what can I say callooh Words Words Words Sun, 08 Jul 2007 22:23:53 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5029 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5029 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5029 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4980-purple-blurry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4980-purple-blurry more fun callooh Assorted murmurs and rants Sun, 08 Jul 2007 22:23:17 GMT /section-415-assorted-murmurs-and-rants#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4980 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4980 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4980 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4778-your-favourite-cicada-recipie https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4778-your-favourite-cicada-recipie it's been 17 years, but they're Baack. Every 17years we have a massive cicada hatching (we. it's my first) and wouldn't you know it they have recipes for the thousands and thousands of darlings climbing all though your garden and littering the pathways callooh Assorted murmurs and rants Tue, 10 Jul 2007 04:23:22 GMT /section-415-assorted-murmurs-and-rants#comments 13 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4778 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4778 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4778 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4734-concupiscence https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4734-concupiscence   The lavender garden is sharp dry sticks. The half withered lilac bush hangs on like a stroke victim, small white flowers facing away from its dead side. In front, an entire clump of golden ground cover, eaten alive. The herbivores moving on to tasty nettle flowers and deep blue hostas. The thistles are thriving. Feeding birds all winter, has afforded me this reward. I sit under my willow’s weeping, and look to its stunted branches for emotions appropriate for the dead and dying. Are they waiting under heavy clay soil to emerge with cicadas? Will I recall my love in the arrival of their ravenous droning? Perhaps. All dead, or will die. From neglect, my breakdown, or passions' burial, in the end, all will feed the soil. But my today is not for poetry. Today I stand in thistles. Last summer, I brushed past lavender for the perfumed caress it left. I regard the desiccated bed before the return to slumber. ... more callooh Words Words Words Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:21:37 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4734 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4734 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4734 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4667-shallow https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4667-shallow A wondrous thing  her puddle was,  wondrous, and terrible as well  for it was not too deep -  (the same might be said of her)  and this may or may not - be true -  (as it may be with anyone)  its condition - dependant  upon many things   outside itself  (as it may be with anyone)    like rain -  Sun, and  and always,  the possibility of boys   seeking new novelties;  in the end, it was this  shallow,  and had she ever known another -  they'd likely think the same   of her.    likely, but  they’d be mistaken;  for it was more her   situation in life;  in her puddle  (for this is how she came to - think  of it).  that was not so deep  and being all she knew, she  adjusted -  only half breathing -  using  just parts of herself -  for each breath;  one eye up, unblinking  one eye in the mud, unseeing  half cool and wet;  and, one half warm,  and usually  uncomfortable.  (except on rainy days,  oh how she loved those days)  she didn't like to think  about winter.    and so she lived    once, after praying  for eyelids,  she wondered - if she   had approached,  the Correct gods  and,  in the appropriate order.  (or if gods cared of such things  of eyelids and of order)  or was it  (despite best intentions)  that the Proper prayers,   had not spoken  or had been spoken,   but incorrectly;  (or if gods cared   at all)  in the end,  she thought, it was most likely due to her  apparent “Lack of Depth.”  (this she came up with on her own)    the days without blinking   in Sunshine have made her  blind; and, perhaps that itself  was the answer to the prayers.  (dutifully she noted to be more  precise in future requests)    but blind  can moonlight still bathe me   she wondered;  can the dreams of   something called  ocean still touch me?    and so she slept  one eye blind  one eye buried in  the mud.  and dreamt - of rain -  and sun -  and boys -  and of the thing her bones   remembered,  the thing she called   her ocean.  ... more callooh Words Words Words Thu, 07 Jun 2007 14:25:30 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4667 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4667 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4667 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4572-ode-to-a-man-on-a-harley https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4572-ode-to-a-man-on-a-harley for Leanne and all things leather callooh Words Words Words Sat, 14 Jul 2007 18:03:25 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 14 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4572 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4572 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4572 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4531-amends https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4531-amends   Dear poetry I will break again outside locked doors inside the rain I am not enough to stand to touch the shattered drop I cannot awake Morpheus bound me in his embrace I break shards of glass bled colourless by rain I am not enough to eat my pain chew brittle glass kiss her anger I do not get away I will die again be reborn in blackness of my darkest cave I may awake alone, in Gaia’s womb entombed, unknown I will not flay my flesh in words fall through myself to make amends again ... more callooh Words Words Words Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:02:26 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 11 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4531 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4531 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4531