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.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Norma

Many people took her for a fool.
Most likely it was all those wide-eyed questions.
The answers came back with a cruel
edge of sarcasm & that expression
of superiority that stupid people have
when failing to see their stupidity.
For a time these moments mad her sad.
But in a moment of lucidity,
it struck her she’d been leading them all on
letting them believe their condescension.
What can you do? She’s just a dumb blonde.
She was too kind puncture their pretensions—
too shy to confront them, so instead
she turned into everything they said.

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