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, February 25, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives:Gordon

Gordon just cashed out the IRA,
sold the condo, all the furniture,
gassed up the Accord & drove away.
Gail, his ex, drunk dialed him once. Her
voice cracking up, demanding explanations.
He had nothing. Look we’re breaking up…
he said & blocked her number. A station
out of Phoenix played Bartok. He bought a cup
of coffee at a truck stop outside Barstow.
Seagulls swirled around him in L.A.
Just outside of Portland he hit snow.
He hadn’t planned his getaway
or anything. He just wanted to leave.
& leave he will as long as he can breathe.
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