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, August 5, 2010

8/5

back @ the
neo anarchist syndicalist medical center
again

Seattle summer
Capitol hill

looking east out the window--
a Norman stone church
& a precious Tudor apartment house
dapple in green leaf shadow

same prospect
another time:
22 years one day
after JFK
froze those of a certain age
in one time-place
for one lifetime

the scene--then
daubed with snow--
gone gold in a rising sun--
like a postcard sent
from another continent

behind me my
love at rest--
a new-born child
on her breast
looking out on this--

the first day
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  1. P. A .HofmannAugust 16, 2010 at 4:35 PM

    Calling Group Health anarchist-syndicalist is a MAJOR stretch, but I've been spending A LOT of time there this summer & then there was that morning years ago when Alie was born...

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