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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.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Kari

She made a ring of stones around herself--
setting driftwood pillars in between the stones.
Safe inside the center she could tell
her tales—a task best is done alone
where no marauding brothers can intrude.
A magic spell to keep the boys away…
The world inside her mind could now exclude
everyone--even the sea. The day--
all sand & clouds & watchers of the sea
disappears as driftwood unicorns
gallop all around her perfect city
in the golden moments before she is torn
away from her imagination by
the cold onslaught of the incoming tide.
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