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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.

Friday, September 2, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Earl

DUDE you gotta come over RIGHT NOW!
Zoey’s losin it—she’s throwing shit
at me &….I don’t know—I’m sittin there & POW
this plate flies right by me. It nearly hit
my frickin head! Say what? Man, I dunno
what set her off…well yeah I guess I do.
But other couples have their troubles & don’t go
all ballistic all the time. You think that you
could maybe talk her down? She’s locked herself
in the bathroom. Honey? Crap! She broke something
in there. Honey—take the phone &…What the hell?
Ow! Shit! She took another fucking swing
at me! Yeah I swung back but dude I missed her.
Yer right I shouldn’t have hit on her sister.
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