June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.
Friday, July 30, 2010
7/30
on shore flow-- ghosty fog wafts salt water made morning mist
cedars-firs-hemlocks reduced to suggestions & silhouettes
as soft molecular memories of San Francisco Spray Park & North Pacific strands-- wisp lightly my face
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