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.

Friday, November 5, 2010


11/5
How we met

On the 45th Street on-ramp the Hitchhiker
stood holding  up a sign that read “B-ham”
The girls had just pulled over to switch drivers
& there he was.  They let him climb in, & 
since they shared a common destination,
you could make a case the whole event was fated.
The  three of them were into meditation,
&  as the miles rolled by he related
that he was coming from a small farm in the Palouse,
which was really just a small yogic commune.
Then it turned out they all were going to
be going to college up at Western soon.
Funny thing about the vagabond they ferried:
In four years he & one of them were married.
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2 comments:

  1. Pat LichenNovember 5, 2010 at 9:03 PM

    Awwwww!

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  2. AnonymousNovember 8, 2010 at 9:34 PM

    It's actually 35 years, if you do the math. but who thinks of math at a time like this?

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