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.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Anton


Anton lingers in the dark Agora
to commune a little longer with the ghosts
of the Golden Age. He sits before a
ruined stoa—watching as a host
of shadows engage in the business of
invoking memories among the living—
threads that bind them to the world above
their bones & shades in Hades. Anton’s giving
them his full attention for a time
before he returns to the Plaka & the present.
This voice of history works on his mind—
he hears the message if not the intent.
Anton rises, shivers--is outcast
by those who rue his presence in the past

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