Poetry
Groove Camp
On 2023 July 26th by montyThere was a moment when,Nestled within the gossamer threshold,The realms of magic and mundane collided. At first one soul, and thenMany steps; trepidatious and bold,The stuck silt of the city subsided. A sound, a rhythm, a melody,The world was created in music and love,People ebbed and flowed, as once the tide did. We danced in
Poetry . Prose
Wedding Vows
On 2022 August 30th by montyMonty’s Vow to Qita Qita, you are my family. You are the most breathtakingly wonderful part of my life and you enrich everything about it. Your love fits me as perfectly as your little spoon fits my big spoon. I promise to always love, support, cherish, and celebrate you and our family. I promise to
Poetry
How’s the weather up there?
On 2022 February 14th by montyAsk me for the weather And you’ll sometimes think me funny For even when it pours with rain I’ll tell you that it’s sunny Though times are hard The day is tough I haven’t any money You’ll think it queer to hear – in cheer – me tell you I feel sunny The crumbs are
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”,