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.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

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Histories: Others

The Others might appear at any time
& so one must at all times be alert.
to small & subtle changes. In the wild
(& everything is wild) the things that hurt
are hidden, silent, stalking & so
we learn to make connections into patterns.
Seeing people that we do not know
moving stealthily on the savannah
we crouch and quietly plan our attack.
They do not look like us. They are the Others.
They could be hunting us--following our tracks.
They could attack us—steal our daughters, wives & mothers.
This is why we look upon all strangers
with fear & loathing & a sense of danger.
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