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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.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Kirk

She changed her profile picture on Facebook.
Kirk was hypnotized. Her new hair-do
gave her a fetching youthful winsome look
he hadn’t seen at work. He started to
type-- she doth teach the torches to burn bright--
but stopped himself. I’ve gone all twitterpated
over a chick I’m s’posed to supervise!
Warning! Must. Stop. Now! Co-workers dated
on the down-low sometimes, but Kirk’s practical,.
That’s not how one advances one’s career.
love the new do its adorable--
he types out with a sudden thrill of fear.
Was that too forward for a Facebook friend?
Oh what the hell—he thought & clicked on SEND.
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