Poetry
Hope
On 2019 August 23rd by montyHope. There are things that I want, Through impulse, urge, lust or greed. There are things that I wish, For me, you, and those in need. There are things that I crave, Out of hunger, habit, or being alone. There are things that I take, A seat, advantage, for granted the things that I
Poetry
A History of Our Love
On 2019 August 13th by montyTen thousand moons ago, beneath the light of stars, In some forgotten kingdom realm of far away, A pauper fled his prison cell of iron bars and met his princess love upon the dawn of day. For in each others’ souls there lived an endless fire Which cruelly did endure a time of years apart,
Prose
Joe Chicago in Flight
On 2019 August 13th by montyMy dreams of producing a fully-fledged Joe Chicago novella may never come to pass, but I will always return to him; even if just to touch-up the scant few scenes that I have thus far devised. I decided one day last year to polish up the Joe Chicago in the Angels Brothel piece that I wrote for
Poetry
My Love is a Late Afternoon
On 2019 August 13th by montyMy love is a late afternoon. It is the nostalgic glow of a waning hour. It is the sense of surety following the middle of the day, that the cold of the early morning is a distant memory. It is the familiar winding down of work and the lowering of a burden. It is the
Poetry
Our Love Beyond Words
On 2019 August 13th by montyMy words cannot encapsulate in rhyme Th’extent and depth and lasting of our love And ne’er is there expanse enough of time To quantify the joy that I speak of. So, limited in lexicon and phrase, (For words, unlike our love, have limit end) I’ll show our love’s eternity in days Devoted as your lover,
Poetry
The Naughty Porter’s Poppy Top-up
On 2018 August 2nd by montyI taught a portly porter proper water regulation When he had chosen hosing all the poppies in the station. I suggest it best, I thought, to water from a can, As candidly, the hose he chose would leave them weak and wan. This stocky station-stocker thought me odd and off my rocker, Retorting with
Poetry
A Poem About Daffodils
On 2018 March 21st by montyDaffodils aren’t daffy Nor so serious And not always so happy A bit like all of us Happy Poetry Day 2018!
Prose
News Transcript
On 2018 March 19th by montySimilar to the Smash Mouth All Star brief from a year ago, we had to choose a song and write a short piece based on it. Can you guess which popular song from 2007 is the inspiration for this live reporter broadcast?
Prose
Olfactory Pleurodonta
On 2018 March 8th by monty“Pride. The scent por butch, pour femme, pour non-binaire.”
It stank like bed-sweat, months after requiring a change of sheets, but with a gentle lilt of ripe apples after a summer rain. The tart musk hit like a curse, but the immediate familiarity of it pulled him in deeper. He inhaled desperately to keep chasing that soft bitter-sweetness beneath, as though burying his face into the pillow of a departed lover.
Prose
Dear Bertie
On 2018 February 14th by montyLove. Any colour, taste, or feel of it. We all love. For Valentine’s day 2018 our prompt was to write any short piece about romance or love, with the strict rule of not being cynical about it (for, in our edginess we often resort to treating it scathingly and mishandling love in our creative writing). I wanted to show that love, earnest love, could still be both happy and sad, without being cynical.
Here is a letter, written from Gerald to Bertie.
Prose
Heist v.8.01.2d
On 2018 February 7th by montyVolume in drive A is BOOTDISK Volume Serial Number is 0X14-4RN Directory of A:\ CONFIG SYS 0 30-01-2018 2:40p HELP SYS 22 23-09-2016 7:09a LIFE COM 42,000 28-01-2017 12:00p 3 files(s) 42,022 bytes 0 drive(s) 24,644 bytes free A:\>_ A:\>run LIFE +——————————————————————————–+ |
Poetry
Across the Universe
On 2018 January 19th by montyMy love of Steven Universe knows no bounds, and so it is with great pride that I present fan poetry in anapestic tetrameter (with a cheeky iamb to start). This spoilerific homage/backstory to the show came from my love of the spectacular extended world that Rebecca Sugar and company have created. Sure, the lore is deep and mysterious, but this playful sci fi setting is a vehicle for messages of love, acceptance, bravery and equality, which makes it one of the most important tv shows of our time. My brother, Peter, liked the poem so much, that he fancied it up in a delightful poster for your enjoyment. I believe in Steven!