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.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Will & Helen

Outside the storm is wilding on as though
it intends to rip the world apart.
They lost power half an hour ago.
Beyond the candle glow the house is dark.
Will & Helen sit together reading;
he Raymond Carver, she Joyce Carole Oates.
--Love—he asks her—do you feel like eating?
She thumbs her place & answers—I don’t know…
I could warm some chili on the fire .
–I’ll dig a pot out of the camping gear—
he says rising slowly. He is tired
all the time after his stroke. --Oh dear—
he thinks as a wave of vertigo
reminds him of mortality then goes.

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