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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, January 18, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Gail
It’s just a heavy snowfall—not a blizzard
or anything, but the freeway’s not moving.
Crap—Gail says & puts All Things Considered
on the radio. ShitCrap! She’s losing
patience. Taking out her mobile phone,
she calls the sitter—Carole? Look I’ll be
late. The freeway's jammed. No I don’t know..
She’d left work without stopping to pee.
Big mistake. Then the guy in the car
in front of her starts putting on his chains.
Jesus Christ! Do you know where you are?
This is the freeway! What are you? Insane?
Dire news drones on the radio.
Oh just to pee, collect her kids, & get back home.
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