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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.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Miranda

This night is meant for staring at the moon
through silent grey clouds scudding ‘cross the sky.
Miranda intends to go back in soon,
but for now she’s standing hypnotized
by that bright pearl waxing gibbous in
the purple blackness high above her yard.
Honestly she knows she should begin
fixing the kids’ dinner, but it’s hard
to drop a perfect moment for her right
now. The kids are happily watching T.V.
Miranda & her moon will share this night
for a few more moments & then she
will go inside & back to motherhood.
But right now this bright quietude feels good.
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