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, December 2, 2010

12/2
Sonnets From Other Lives: Alex

A steaming cup of Lapsang Souchon tea—
with its smoky whiff of campfire & old leather
brings up fond familiar memories
of oiled boots & cold inclement weather
& afternoons of poetry & her—
the first one—after classes—making tea
& making love—awakened & unsure—
but enraptured by uncertainty—
exploring intersects of soul & body
as the rain painted the windows of her room
& the trees outside impressionistically.
A cup of tea can resurrect those afternoons—
so powerful this evocative drug—
pine smoked leaves & water in a mug.
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