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, October 22, 2010

10/22
Sonnets From Other Lives:  Jen

Jen sits in a booth in Beth's Cafe
at 3AM--her breakfast after work--
looks at the drawings on the wall across the way--
no mistake about it--that one's her.
Her weathered Greenpeace t-shirt--her tattoo--
she's standing at he bar pulling a beer.
The drawing isn't signed.  She wonders who
has done this portrait, because it is clear
the artist had been watching her at work
at the Comet--probably last Thursday night.
(That's the last time that she wore that shirt)
Jen can't be certain.  Did the artist get her right?
She concedes that, yes, the likeness isn't bad,
but wonders--does she really look that sad?
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  1. Pat LichenOctober 23, 2010 at 2:42 PM

    Philip A. Hoffman, you are a genius. I've just found this site via my friend Kay Treakle's fb post. If you're writing a poem a day, I'm gonna start visiting this site daily.
    Jeez, keep writing, monkey man!

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