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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, September 14, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Dee

The mall’s become a ghost town now. As Dee
makes her way to Sears to buy work boots,
she imagines other things she’ll buy when she
gets that magic paycheck. Something cute
from Claire’s for Jilly, (but they closed in May),
new kicks for Ken (if Footlocker had not
bailed last year). The jobs all went away
when the plant closed & the stores all got
outa Dodge as well. But now this job—
a flagger on a highway project—will
get her back on her feet (thank God).
I’ll fix the car--she thinks-- pay off the bills,
buy clothes for the kids for goodness sake!
It’s nice to finally get a fucking break.
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