What it is

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.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

11/25
Sonnets From Other Lives: Bret & Britt

--The recipe calls for six ounces of wine,
but it isn’t for the sauce, it’s for the cook,
so I’m sharing—you want some of mine?
--Thank you yes. That’s really in the book?
--I wrote the book, so it says what I want.
When I’m in my zone, it’s jazz. Look at me as…
.. . A culinary idiot savant?
How ‘bout if you put capers into that?
--Too summer—see I cook with synesthesia.
I’m aiming for an autumnal sirocco--
an ancient villa outside Castellina..
--So if you spice it wrong we wind up in Morocco?
--Perfection! Preparations are complete.
Grab a fork. Dig in. Bon Appetit.

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