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.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

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Histories: Initiation

The first time—when he came here as a boy—
they told him he was entering the Womb
of the Earth & that he must avoid
touching anything within the sacred rooms
of stone. In line behind a single light
the boys entered a giant limestone chamber.
The Elders each set new torches alight
& in their glow he first beheld the stranger
world known only to initiates & shamans—
where Bison, Deer, Elk, & The Antlered Man
swirled on the cave walls. Calling to his daemon/
spirit guide, an Elder took his hand,
held it to the stone & blew a mist
of pigment— to show God that he exists.

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