Poetry
Love is Strawberries
On 2021 June 3rd by montySometimes love is a field of wild strawberries;Assorted shapes, sizes, colours, tastes,Growing in patches and amongst wild flowers,On runners that run low, or grow tall as towers. Sometimes love is a pick-your-own;Fill your wee basket with the juiciest, sweetest,Most vibrant fruits of nature’s harvest,Eagle-eyed, swoop and grab, swift as a carvist. Sometimes love is a
Poetry
That Bee
On 2021 June 3rd by montyDo not swat that bee. Be kind to bees. Offer that bee some sugar water. Hum lovingly at that bee. Tell that bee to be all it can be, all it wants to be. “You have a lovely jacket, bee.“ “I really dig those wings, bee.“ “Thanks for making honey, bee.“ “You’re the employ-bee of
Pulp
Questions That Got Me Banned From PC World
On 2021 June 3rd by montyWill my USB work in the USA? Why don’t places sell technolo A-through-F? How should I reply if I don’t know what equipment? Is a gadget a smaller version of a gadge? If my vice is devices, do they cancel each other out? Charger? I hardly knew’er.
Poetry
On the First of May
On 2021 May 1st by montyAway to field and forest all To damp your hem in dew, Come hear the merry Beltane call And join its ballyhoo! The night was spent in revelry Of Heiros Gamos’ scene; To nascent earth’s fertility, Crown King of May, and Queen. Handfast yourselves, you joyful folx, And bring a hawthorn bough. The love you’ll
Poetry
Autumn in Hampstead Heath
On 2020 November 12th by montyToday I visited the Heath, Came to ask how it was doing, See if it was lonely. But the Heath in autumn is far from lonely. Though the picnics and ice cream vans of the summer are gone, The many walkers, retrievers, terriers, and setters remain. Couples cling to one another, all the closer-knit to
Poetry
With thanks to Naoto, Yuji and Hirokazu
On 2020 October 5th by montyIn my first few steps The acceleration is like an irresistible tugging Like being pulled forward by a current It feels slow at first Until I realise how far I’ve gone Until I realise I am now running faster than a fighter jet The green streaking in patterns of dark and light beneath my shoes
Poetry
The Moon
On 2020 October 1st by montyTonight is a full moon, the Harvest Moon, tolling in the last few months of the year. It is also national poetry day, so here is a poem to celebrate… I am convinced the full moon does not exist Huge and round on the horizon glowing ethereally Its seas defined its shape apparent its pull
Poetry
Life’s Song
On 2020 May 15th by montyI sat one day, outside my home, Quite laissez faire and all alone, When all-a-sudden, something here Inevitable did appear: A figure of impressive height, Within a cape be-weaved of night, Who wore a cap of stark, thin, hair And locked me in its soulless stare. “I dare”, they wheezed through cracking teeth, “I dare”,
Poetry
Nature’s Knell
On 2020 May 15th by montyThe world was gold chaotic beauty, born beneath our star, Filled with life; a fruitful, free utopia. Once the endless bliss of Eden shone and rode And met itself, an endless reach around the globe. This natural perfection bore us all by its selection, But this world so great and generous has not been treated
Prose . Pulp
Ink Story – Rowena
On 2020 May 14th by montyThe third story I wrote to be a campfire tale told around the time of King Arthur, and the only completely original one (the other two were versions of existing stories). Based off a suggestion by Qita Iseley. I hope you have a fun time playing through this little tale. If you wish to check
Prose . Pulp
Ink Story – Wichtlein Nix
On 2020 May 14th by montyThe second of three choose-your-own campfire stories that may have been told by adventurers in Arthurian times, created using Inkle’s Inky writing software. This is also the second to be based off an existing piece of writing here on my site: The Wichtlein Nix. A horror story that was very fun, but even more fun