https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1714-sep.-2009 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:24:29 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11991-disclosure https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11991-disclosure The day done, long and blustery as a winter strand, now the snug sofa held you, knees drawn-up in fetal repose. The womb-room settled into silence while coffee-cupped hands gestured a sort of prayer- and then you began to disclose:   like a tidal surge stirring-up submerged and restless obsession - how she grew cold and sullen, pre-occupied and quick to snap at mis-judged faults; how soaring bills frequented the letterbox day after day demanding payment, explanations, ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Sun, 25 Apr 2010 22:23:14 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11991 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11991 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11991 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12027-explaining-displacement https://www.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://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12027 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12027 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12027 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12023-lies https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12023-lies  lies    scat ter ed   in the  wind         like the leaves in   Fall   smooth   and    suave       they    drift                 along Ella Grasso Blvd        as cars stir   with each pass    they mingle with the others             I wonder where they will land and     if I am skilled enough to     capture ... more Colleen Sperry Poems Sun, 01 Nov 2009 21:01:52 GMT /section-627-poems#comments 4 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12023 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12023 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12023 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12114-belief https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12114-belief Tussock and root earth us hugging ground in undergrowth; tented by bole and bark beneath a gauze of leaf-light. A sibilant wind-hush and the river's blabber ease us into waiting for visionary tug or pull. Johnny and me supine in our snug gap of riverbank divining the unseen salmon from quivering rod-tip. I create its reality from conjecture, a pure sensing. Incredulous you all astonishment to see me strike into weight: behold the cutting line, surface boil and glinting swirl. Old friend of my lost faith, if only I could part the seas again.   u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Sat, 31 Oct 2009 15:03:12 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12114 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12114 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12114 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12115-tethered https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12115-tethered Delusional time, increments agreed, Using the mind to implement need. Abusing in kind the tree and the seed, Musing to find how we can be free.   Freedom, a concept denied, Come to find it’s thwarted when tried, Free as a bird, pretty words but all lies, Me in this world chained to tears that I’ve cried.   The fears that I’ve reared, living disgrace, ... more Michael Stone The Poetry of Rygar Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:02:00 GMT /section-787-the-poetry-of-rygar#comments 1 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12115 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12115 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12115 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12110-breaking-free https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12110-breaking-free   Wasteland of thought thinking thoughts I should not, To face mans rot and interior plot, Ulterior motive designed to betray, Superior intuition left to die and decay.   Scarring of souls leaves reminders of guilt, Memories of rain smell of sulfur and silt, Main lining hope of absolutions respite, The time of the never seems looming in sight.   I walk this road forever alone, ... more Michael Stone The Poetry of Rygar Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:50:08 GMT /section-787-the-poetry-of-rygar#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12110 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12110 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12110 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12112-ouroboros-broken https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12112-ouroboros-broken Lessons learned hard, discarded are the old, Memories not marred, uncharted lands untold, The vessel that I carry, the one with my soul, To wrestle then tarry, struggle for control.   The path that I take has been taken before, With wrath the ground shakes, unwilling to explore, If I do what I’ve done and expect to ignore, The consequence of one more time through that door.   ... more Michael Stone The Poetry of Rygar Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:49:39 GMT /section-787-the-poetry-of-rygar#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12112 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12112 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12112 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12108-howling https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12108-howling He prowls within the longest night Before the winter shows her white, Amongst dark woods, deep out of sight As black as skies devoid of light. And on this night the wind tells tales Luring back all inner veils, Guiding up where spirits sail To shine on heights mere-mortals pale. Upon the cliff and under moon Beams wrapping round like a cocoon, He hears the flighted midnight loon Sensing his time nears ever-soon. Awaits until the moon hangs high then howls his presence far and wide. sinnaminsun 2005 sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun: 2005 Poems Fri, 30 Oct 2009 23:26:48 GMT /section-774-sinnaminsun-2005-poems#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12108 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12108 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12108 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12111-office-drama https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12111-office-drama For Merlene Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010 Fri, 30 Oct 2009 12:01:33 GMT /section-745-mosquitobytes-volume-13-silenti-etc-amor-verus-2009-2010#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12111 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12111 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12111 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12109-man-down https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12109-man-down Argyle street curving downhill- one long bend of red-bricked terrace from top-end pub, past Bernie's shop, down to Sissy's house. I'm off the afternoon bus, in step with my youth and sunlight  when I see a man down- grey raincoat mid-road set down in some dead-zone demanding to be noticed.   The empty street averts its frontage, dogs refuse to sniff, no coal-lorry comes to wake the houses. "Man Down!" the body shouts unmoving as I side-step away from him. "Here I am - Man Down. Notice how I fall from grace." But the street is knowing, will not pander to weakness shutting doors with a bible's thump. And I skirt around denial, a no-good Samaritan side-stepping the issue. "Man Down" your silence shouts over-turning my deaf ears all these years later. How we demonized your profligacy. Invented wild threats of breaking and entering. Sissy demonstrated the heavy bolts behind the outer door that night, promised no admittance from the street, no allowance for prodigal sons. But when I woke next morning, there you were again - man down, somehow asleep beside me and all the clocks ticking soundly.   ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:20:57 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12109 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12109 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12109 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12107-poetic-reference https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12107-poetic-reference I need no raven flying through my door I know enough to know never more But worse it was never known I understand to yearn to ache to want  To have an idyll placed before all else To never attain pining and lost I need not hear the center cannot hold I know already things fall apart But worse was never to have been Tormented by should have could have would have To see perfection every day and not measure up To think of the wonders and always be out of synch I need to know that I have miles to go That there are things undone that must be Reassure me that there will always be tomorrow That all is not lost wasted and futile To see the imperfection and mundane glorified To every day attempt the climb to that lofty place ... more Winter Frost Questions Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:32:32 GMT /section-365-questions#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12107 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12107 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12107 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12100-shan-s-lame-limerick https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12100-shan-s-lame-limerick   There once was a lady from Surrey Who was always in a big hurry She wished she could just sit And inscribe with her wit But settled instead to just worry Shannon McEwen Introspection and belly button lint Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:35:09 GMT /section-655-introspection-and-belly-button-lint#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12100 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12100 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12100 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12099-journey-of-friends-a-pantoum https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12099-journey-of-friends-a-pantoum   It all began with a little smile You to me, then me to you Sealing the gap mile by mile Kindred hearts remain true   You to me, then me to you As youth bends to the years Kindred hearts remain true Soaking up so many tears   As youth bends to the years Sealing the gap mile by mile Soaking up so many tears It all began with a little smile ... more Shannon McEwen Love and cheese Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:24:09 GMT /section-653-love-and-cheese#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12099 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12099 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12099 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12098-mirrored-expressions-of-you-a-palindrome https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12098-mirrored-expressions-of-you-a-palindrome   Life is love From you to me Skin to skin Shadows in disappearing Echoes within time Darkness knee-deep Exposed by harsh sunlight Burning and bleeding   Bleeding and burning Sunlight harsh by exposed Knee-deep darkness Time Within echoes Disappearing in shadows Skin to skin Me to you from Love Is life Shannon McEwen Love and cheese Wed, 28 Oct 2009 18:14:01 GMT /section-653-love-and-cheese#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12098 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12098 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12098 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12009-my-father-s-last-symphony https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12009-my-father-s-last-symphony my father had an old piano made of oak that he’d pile various things on top of. the surface was golden lacquered, soft, and obsessively polished. there was a brass lamp and a bench where old music sheets were stored; the keys traditional black and white, except for the nicotine stains from the many times he’d smoke while banging the keys, writing notes, erasing them, trying to make them into something more than snuffed cigarette butts, and an over-flowing ash tray. I never actually saw him play. when I was twelve he told me the tragedy of Beethoven, how he sawed off the legs of his piano, banged on the keys, ear pressed against the floor to try and get the music out of his head. I never actually saw him play, either. the first song I ever played was one of Beethoven’s. my father taught me and I practiced every day, trying to get the notes just right, banging them, erasing them until my father asked me to stop. eventually he quit smoking and I quit playing but I still buried him; like a thousand used cigarettes like a thousand notes under his bench like a thousand deaf symphonies. ... more Jasmine Mann Jasmine's Poetry Tue, 27 Oct 2009 15:32:52 GMT /section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments 1 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12009 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12009 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12009 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12020-maelstrom https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12020-maelstrom In the dank echo of the night this mother will soothe away night terrors: terrible krakens rising from the depths of synapse and bone and hot chocolate. Yet still midnight slithers on and my pages are filled with nothing - the rarest flutter of breath in that space between the neck and the shoulder and lace. You come to me, husband, in this squall of isolation with your bible of body; fingers like tentacles wrapping around my skin, a wave of murmur telling me there is no time, there is no poetry. Jasmine Mann Jasmine's Poetry Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:27:12 GMT /section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments 3 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12020 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12020 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12020 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12044-first-impressions https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12044-first-impressions That printed photograph of you in leotard astride the gym - if not quite false was hardly true, suggesting someone fit and slim enjoying life and working out- no sign of flab or thick-rimmed specs; no sign of tiredness or doubt behind that promised hint of sex. Your adoration knew no bounds and sugared me with winning smiles; in fairness though I gave you grounds to think me flush with minted piles: that mansion flat by Richmond bridge with stucco walls and fleur-de-lis- it wasn't mine, I wasn't rich, despite the wine and gallantry. But so what if sycophantic guise pretended we were god and goddess: uncoil my tongue, believe my lies; for one more shining day be spotless.   ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Sat, 24 Oct 2009 23:26:04 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12044 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12044 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12044 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12045-flicker https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12045-flicker Within the early hours of spreading sparks flicker above, Awaking fires with gestured sighs Wherein this heat can burns arise? Remember if I dare to wake the embered past's reknown to break, A heart of fluster's beating through an empty hint of what was you. With apprehension hands extend intertwined within an end, And curving into what was then the past begins to be again. With burning kiss and smoky eyes a flame burns back its grim reprise, As swollen thoughts hold vacant touch caressing love-lorne's flaming rush. Ignites the flicker to a flame Becomes the burning torch of pain. sinnaminsun 2009 ... more sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun: 2009 Poems Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:09:04 GMT /section-768-sinnaminsun-2009-poems#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12045 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12045 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12045 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12036-datum https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12036-datum Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:22:39 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12036 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12036 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12036 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12035-blood-bank https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12035-blood-bank Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:21:24 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12035 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12035 https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12035