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, August 28, 2010

8/27
re: The Heroic Quest...
Having been
-sourced in requisite Mystery
-cloaked in tropes
ancient as mitosis
-called to action
by visions & voices
-mentored by
the appropriate memes
of my culture
to follow this yellow
brick autobahn--
I would hock
my toolkit
for a hand-
full of magic beans
& with them feed
each encountered monster
home made frijoles--
(the food of love)--
not so much as to
impress those distressed
damsels who swoon
over displays of mystical powers (i.e.
cooking chops & compassion)
but because every perfect gesture
in the school of tragedy  must
be performed at least
once before the audience
is finally excused & that's one
I still need to
Chekhov...

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