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.

Friday, September 3, 2010

8/31

Dawn finds the day distending
like an aneurysm.  Slender
threads unravel, rending
gravity--upending the ascender.
Whatever cards and stars would be portending
will befall before the fates can surrender
themselves. (Bending
like barflies before bartenders)
A sigh.  I rise, rendering
up whatever my intentions might engender.
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