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.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Garry

She was posing with The Naked Cowboy
in the only photograph of her
he’d kept. He remembers how annoyed
he’d been with her that night. Now the absurd
picture reeks of nostalgia and longing.
She loved that wild electric New York energy
that drove him insane. He’d tried prolonging
the thing. Bad idea but hey… She finally
left him & he left that crazy city.
Boulder suits him better but he’s yet
to find another her among the pretty
Colorado mountain girls . Regret-
fully he puts away the photo—noting he’s
now doomed to share her with a guy in BVDs.
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