https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-187-walker-kathleen en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 17:28:16 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9084-hallelujah https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9084-hallelujah   Are you listening? We found each other at half past three in the rain of an unknown town. You didn't even know my name, but you held my gaze with your beautiful broken words. Are you, am I, still lost? I fell in love with Jeff Buckley because you told me so. Now I hide dragonflies in golden leaves, lifting one perfect cloud aloft in mercy, not sacrifice. Find me, alone, and let me sing to you.     Kat Kat's poetry Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:15:35 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9084 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9084 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9084 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8343-another-f-ing-poem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8343-another-f-ing-poem   you love me until you don't for instance when your ego grows big and hard (as you think it is) you start begging me please baby, please 'cause it needs massaging with my green eyes slow and gentle as a persian kitten grasping everything you are but never wanted to be except when fucking me in your daydreams but more often than not you just need a warm body broken and alone as you clutching an empty bottle of cheap merlot to drown unsworn promises swallowed and forgotten in hazy words masquerading as real when they slip past wandering tongues still tasting a single lost pretense that you love me   Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 09 Jul 2009 09:26:36 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 10 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8343 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8343 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8343 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8194-the-arms-of-morpheus https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8194-the-arms-of-morpheus   In the arms of Morpheus....  I will fall from my jagged cloud twenty fathoms deep, then witness nothing but your eyes, clear blue as mountain air. I will drown inside your gods as they find me, naked of coming wounds, floating still in rivers raging past aqua scars. In the arms of Morpheus.... I will cry your shoulders bare, a thousand questions silenced with a glance and tender hands, praying aloud to saffron skies. I will wake the song of doves, unsung in clover fields we run through, forever gathering strands of gold, as Elysium sacrifices you to me. In the arms of Morpheus....     ... more Kat Kat's poetry Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:52:01 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8194 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8194 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8194 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7986-cadence https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7986-cadence   Lone dove alighted near a broken stone left stranded on the barren weathered ground, to sing the song of clouds that wake alone in darkened notes remembering no sound. For cliffs and rocks that magnify all grace forgot this stone when reaching for the sky, and stone fell down the valley to embrace all grayness left behind when twilight dies. But fire and water whisper under trees, "be still and hear our voice sing with this dove" and sweetest cadence lifts the stone, now free, to tumble through a lifetime filled in love. And 'twixt the raging mountains, now unheard, grow fragile violets breathing fragrant words.     Kat Kat's poetry Sat, 22 Mar 2008 23:44:36 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7986 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7986 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7986 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7920-the-scent-of-drunk https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7920-the-scent-of-drunk   You drink another tequila shooter, following it anywhere it takes you down dirty, sitting outside an open cafe, regrets fading quietly between red clay bricks; a bronze clock stares still. Lost minutes taunt you for who you are, and breathless seconds for who you never were. Is it tomorrow again, or yesterday crawling back for more? Sons and daughters stroll past your empty table, in dreams long ago forgotten, written on the backs of nameless women. You gulp another, the scent of drunk cutting your elbows, then another; not caring if it's your third or your last, almost hoping it's your last. If only to feel nothing, again.   ... more Kat Kat's poetry Mon, 17 Mar 2008 03:50:52 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7920 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7920 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7920 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7609-monet-s-garden https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7609-monet-s-garden   My longing words lie careless near your shoulder, soon drawing down upon your strength my head. Oh how my eyes swoon dreamlike through a warm blur in cotton lavender's still virgin bed. I wake to scones and tea stirred with a pardon of honey sweetened by the longing taste you planted deep -- and now within my garden, impatience is the ivy, chasing chaste. Soon dusk will ply my garden with its glory in poetry and prose -- now dare I chance to listen for your voice reign in my story, and sprinkle newborn seed in mere a glance. For only after day is night appearing in sight of Monet's garden, swirls our clearing. ... more Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 21 Feb 2008 18:14:04 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7609 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7609 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7609 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7549-not-an-mfa--.wtf https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7549-not-an-mfa--.wtf if anyone reading this has an MFA, I'm obviously envious as hell......yeah, that's it Kat Kat's poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 23:08:09 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 11 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7549 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7549 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7549 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7405-tuesday https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7405-tuesday (Revised) Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:50:39 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 14 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7405 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7405 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7405 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5993-falling-off-the-edge https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5993-falling-off-the-edge   It would be easy to leave you, but windows are complicated beasts. Tear them open, spilling fall from the edge; upright and oval panes heat the air. Skip a few words or seconds off a minute; move forward, move forward. Looking inside? Still harder than looking back. Try again....       Kat Kat's poetry Mon, 12 Nov 2007 02:55:46 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5993 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5993 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5993 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5837-prologue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5837-prologue   Forget old children tracing skin on skin the wretched numbers carried all these years, tattooing all the broken souls of kin; who, stripped of names, were beaten down in fear. Go left or right, capricious deadly hands would speak the name of madness ev'ry time a train or whim arose upon Hell's land of death, starvation, rape and ev'ry crime. If God's hand touched a baby, he would cry then pass away crammed in a cattle car, instead of thrown alive by men to die in ovens roaring flames that scorn the stars. Yes, don't remember gypsy, jew or gay; their voice lays silent 'neath the rusty clay.     ... more Kat Kat's poetry Fri, 02 Nov 2007 04:26:23 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5837 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5837 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5837 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5812-drifting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5812-drifting     drifting there's jupiter tasting the moon's lipstick before, always before, cool night splashes blue awake in waves of golden madrigals, gliding between stars to brush heaven's earring; the sky's cadence drifting       Kat Kat's poetry Tue, 09 Oct 2007 00:10:50 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5812 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5812 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5812 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5737-post-meridiem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5737-post-meridiem   it is 11:38 exactly post meridiem when my memory breaks itself into 87 little pieces remind me remind me hemingway was a drunk a very good drunk sleeping writing fucking drunk (what was the question?) no, I only wish I were he wrote of the sea in a world where endings never change known unknown preknown I need to see again       Kat Kat's poetry Mon, 24 Sep 2007 19:34:55 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5737 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5737 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5737 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5716-a-song https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5716-a-song   Let's wisk away on golden wings of marzipan and stars; in Quixote dreams, a spirit sings of storybooks afar. Now float upon the silver mist arising from my shore, then turn this way to steal a kiss and catch a cloud once more. We'll sprinkle blues and greens upon the smiling fabled skies; of fairy tales and magic wands enchanting sleeping eyes. And soon I'll wake the sun again to trace a dream or two upon your lips, we'll taste life then, my song will sing for you.   Kat Kat's poetry Sun, 09 Sep 2007 17:04:07 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5716 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5716 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5716 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5696-in-the-end https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5696-in-the-end   I'm still a virgin after 14 years of marriage and birthing two children; he never knew me.     Kat Kat's poetry Mon, 03 Sep 2007 02:55:47 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5696 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5696 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5696 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5614-when-i-m-forty-seven https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5614-when-i-m-forty-seven   It was your smile.... open and true as a cloudless sky, inviting me to sing with you the sacred song of cardinals. And like a curious child, I followed your smile into the depths of azure light, where you held me, unashamed. For all was taken once more as the seas emptied themselves, then filled - then emptied again, pouring seasons into an abyss. Yet still, you sit with me - sculpting words slowly, gently, as a gentle man; an honest man  telling me....I am yours.   Kat Kat's poetry Sat, 15 Mar 2008 14:45:42 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5562-like-a-sonnet https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5562-like-a-sonnet   so, like, you know, a dude named will or bill would write those words like thee and thou and thy (wassup with that, the guy should chill his chill) and now it's freakin' hard to figure why he wrote those words, was he a brainiac? and reading all those lines - hell now I'm stuck no way, I'd know, like what a maniac, the chicks would swoon, you know? like WTF?? so number XXX really blew my mind and will (not bill?) was hung up on those Rom- -an numbers (damn, that's wacked) it's like a crime against three letters (bummer) now they're clones and yeah, I think I get it, what's the deal? 'cause now I'm rhyming all this shit for real ... more Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 16 Aug 2007 14:23:57 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5562 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5562 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5562 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5540-again https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5540-again   I will refuse you, no matter the wages of growing old and lonely. Our shivering fingers stretch hell's reach, breaking apart  a thousand nights of silence. No, no, you cannot lift my silken hair to uncover alabaster weakness. Softly taunting, my lower back will now curve away from you. (Blind faith is rightly dead.) Again I tell you - let the robe fall to my feet. Go now.... the inky night calls. I will not remember you in its naked stare.   Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 09 Jul 2009 09:27:47 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5540 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5540 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5540 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5527-water https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5527-water     Lavender water lilies wait... still and silent, draping velvet petals 'round melancholy words.   How tender they fall near one morning dove, alone in silver mist now searching for a lost lingering kiss.   Between yesterday and coral lips, it hides; breathing  truth and poetry.   Naked in sleeping water, the cricket's song  leads me to you.       Kat Kat's poetry Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:19:49 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5527 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5527 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5527 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5511-history-past-and-future https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5511-history-past-and-future "The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebearers fought are still at issue around the globe..... We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans....unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this Nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world. ... more Kat Kat's poetry Fri, 10 Aug 2007 02:15:45 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5511 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5511 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5511 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5365-my-cousin-s-brother https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5365-my-cousin-s-brother A true story.....really Kat Kat's poetry Wed, 08 Aug 2007 13:04:43 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5365 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5365 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5365 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5356-lost-in-time https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5356-lost-in-time Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 19 Jul 2007 17:47:59 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5356 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5356 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5356 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5329-contemplation-of-an-existential-existence https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5329-contemplation-of-an-existential-existence the blank page stares past me a cigarette stub dangling - holding tight to crooked corners of its mouth - (like Bogey, but with less charm) smoky adverbs grab air trying to sting my eyes "so, what's it gonna be this time?" "none of your damn business" I snap - tossing the question across emptiness caressing my desk every inch covered in wasted thoughts burning letters into each sleepy finger (or was that the cigarette?) "you just lay there"   but the shining glare of nothingness proceeds to moon me blinding my muse with weaving lines dripping craziness from my gel pen (never did trust lined paper) "how about existential prose echoing the meaning of universal metaphor...." ... more Kat Kat's poetry Wed, 18 Jul 2007 20:36:41 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5329 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5329 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5329