https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-92-trioak en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 08:38:01 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3217-workshop-anyone https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3217-workshop-anyone Anyone want to do regular poetry workshops?  Now that I live in the middle of nowhere, and literacy is an option around here -- I really need honest and constructive input for my writing.  I really miss having a regular workshop to work on my own work and help others with theirs.  All the other poetry sites I've found are either way too 'Love and Fluff', or they're something like Alsop Review, which I'm not sure I'm ready for yet.  I like the people I've come to know and trust on DMV and now here, I just need something more intense than comments. ... more TriOak Poetry Workshop Sun, 17 Jun 2007 14:57:33 GMT /section-114-poetry-workshop#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3217 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3217 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3217 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3195-butterscotch-moon https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3195-butterscotch-moon Butterscotch moon rising on the horizon stuck between the mountain’s silhouette and the underside of the clouds TriOak What I'm writing now Wed, 21 Mar 2007 06:47:02 GMT /section-150-what-i-m-writing-now#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3186-the-meeting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3186-the-meeting She walks into the restaurant.  She was running late and so met us here rather than meeting first and coming with him.  I wonder if that was a ploy, for her to make an entrance.  But the minute she walks in I realize she needs no ploy, she makes her own entrance wherever she goes. She is not conventionally pretty, but she is undeniably beautiful. She carries off a style all her own. Cashmere mock turtleneck with a felted wool embroidered vest layered over top. Artsy and vaguely Peruvian. Straight jeans clinging without actually being tight,  snug enough though, to tug and pull just a bit over her rounded bottom as she walks.  Although walk isn’t the word, exactly.  She strides into the room, feline grace without a bit of cattiness to it.  There’s something of a larger cat in it, ocelot, panther? She doesn’t quite turn heads, but lots of eyes follow her as she passes, tugs the corner of more than a few lips in her wake. ... more TriOak Prosey Things Thu, 15 Feb 2007 19:47:04 GMT /section-163-prosey-things#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3071-a-quiet-storm https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3071-a-quiet-storm A soft multilayered poem TriOak What I'm writing now Wed, 30 May 2007 16:42:07 GMT /section-150-what-i-m-writing-now#comments 8 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3078-7-grade https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3078-7-grade 7% grade aheadsays the sign.Even so, I am unprepared. A little too fast over the crest,the car floats one sickening secondthen descendsdown all that steep blacktop. I am horizon for a momentValley spread below melaid out patchwork ofabandoned grey farmhousesfallow fields, left over storesbacklit by a stray shot of winter sunshine I fall from the horizonquietly merge into the landscapewhile a grey cloudsmudges the sun Down into town, there are more churches,less hope. At the ski area they are making snowas if even the weather has given up. I stop by the farm ... more TriOak Old DMV Poetry Fri, 16 Feb 2007 16:05:02 GMT /section-149-old-dmv-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3078 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3078 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3078 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3081-bee-balm-and-cool-water https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3081-bee-balm-and-cool-water This reflex I must break -walking down the path to the spring -a sudden twingedeep, low in my belly.I place my handon the spot just above. A scarlet patch of bee-balmblooms among the rocks.All the flowersI planted this spring,have withered, died,yet color appears herewhere there was nothingbefore. A benediction breezestirs through the field.Red petals, curled thin,float down to the water,swirl into the current,then wash away.The season,the flowers,the water,my baby ... gone TriOak Old DMV Poetry Thu, 22 Feb 2007 20:24:51 GMT /section-149-old-dmv-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3081 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3081 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3081