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, October 2, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Victoria

She worked hard to believe in happy endings
but life often would not cooperate.
Her husband, Karl, these days was often spending
more time at the office, working late
into the evening. He would often come home
in a foul mood—unresponsive to
any overtures then hide alone
in the T.V. room. One might ask—Who
is the other woman that he’s seeing?

But that would never cross Victoria’s mind.
Karl resented this. He started being
intentionally careless, but she was blind
to strange scents and sketchy credit card receipts…
What does it take to make her want to make him leave?

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