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, August 25, 2010

8/25
Fragments From the Lost Hexagrams:
The 69th Hexagram

scroll down
this page's infinite
drop-- stop
@ each cross
road (as each
must be marked
in ones & noughts)

only
a suggestion of presence
presents itself: wanting
everything at once right
now

the sickwind 
begins to score the panes--
real storms pend

 rely on 
duct & conduit
for salvation

 strive 
in monogrammed
color coded
coveralls (avoiding
or course the red
shirts of the disposable
extras)

note to self:
there is space between
particles yet
to be put to good
use
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  1. P. A .HofmannAugust 28, 2010 at 10:26 AM

    I'm thinking this might be a series...hit a blank? "Find" another hexagram that somehow got edited out of the I Ching. We'll see.

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