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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.

Monday, May 23, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Jonah

Eschatology let Jonah down.
It’s Sunday morning. Everything’s still standing.
Jonah wonders—What do I do now?
He has nothing left now after handing
all his net worth to Family Radio.
(Who needs money when the Rapture comes?)
Now he’s bewildered. They had all been so
certain. Now he feels a kind of numb
void where once the certitudes of faith
had protected him from fear & doubt.
He quit his job and now at 58
he’s feeling trapped & can’t see a way out.
These are the wages of the sin of pride.
He’ll find out now how well the Lord provides.
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