Molar
On 2016 August 3rd by montyWith the Creative Writing club at work, our week’s assignment was to produce written work of around 500 words relating to any 5-letter-word starting with “M”. I laughed off someone’s suggestion of “Monty” whilst debating the merits of writing a short essay on how great I am. Then I went to the Dentist, and came up with
Wichtlein Nix
On 2016 July 18th by monty(This has now been adapted into a campire story here) The captain ordered the drawbridge lowered for the fourth time that night. The men obeyed. As the portcullis lifted, he took a torch from the wall; the same he had carried out with him throughout the night. The cloth of the grip was damp with
Poetic Feet & Meter
On 2016 July 11th by montyThe answer is that I try to construct such poetry whilst strictly obeying my chosen syllabic foot and line meter. What does this mean? Well, my latest embarrassment of a business card was created with the hopes that more people will be able to identify these poetic constructions, and try sticking to them when they
Fratrisidled
On 2016 June 29th by montyHe rode a metronome, a-saddled high, burdened with lead, Weeks a-rode from home, September sky unpleasant red, His head a heavy tome, a desp’rate guy in want of bed, A dirt encrusted dome, black-dripping eye, and close to dead. His hoss, a steady mare, relentless marching in its sway, A’course, not heard no-where neither a
Hot Air
On 2016 June 29th by monty“Out! Out! Out of the O-Zone!” shouts the man with a bottle in his hand, “Out, fucking gases! Y~ou’re not welcome, y~ou’re not welcome; y~ou’re not wel-come-a-ny-more!” “But we need gases to breathe”, I say to mummy. She picked me up from school a couple of minutes ago. She holds my hand tighter and we
A Welsh Sunset
On 2016 May 25th by montyI wrote this in the spring of 2011, looking out of the window on a train leaving Cardiff A bronzing autumn afternoon in spring, That radiates a gorgeous golden glow, Oh, precious sun, herald the evening, Through tempered twilight’s tanning undertow. The last we see are copper-coloured reds, And bars of luscious long-lamenting light, Before
Why I Love John Donne
On 2016 May 20th by montySince the moment that I was told to study “Song” by John Donne, I was in love. “Go and Catch a Falling Star” What a beautiful opening to a poem; go and achieve the impossible, go and attain the unattainable, go and literally catch a heavenly body that has plummeted to earth. A poem lay
Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel
On 2016 May 19th by montyMy NaNoWriMo 2014 submission to the ‘Joe Chicago’ project that a few bookselling friends of mine we involved in. Introducing Joe Chicago – retired PI in 2089 Detroit, in Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel The place was white, cold, and clinical. It was a striking difference to the streets outside, thick-brown air, heavy
The Death of Joe Chicago
On 2016 May 19th by montyFor NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) 2014, a few friends and I decided to come up with a slew of short stories about a fictional cop from near future Detroit that we named Joe Chicago. The stories were fun and really let us flex our creativity to fit a more a trans-atlantic taste. I wrote one
Brillig
On 2016 May 19th by montyHere’s a quick scene I wrote after my first experience of the Royal Mile at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2009, inspired by a workshop I attended on dialogue. Characters: Gerald, Andy, Martina, Alice. Props: Newspaper, Gun, Herring. [Generic Public Street during a Fringe Theatre Festival. MARTINA is already sat on stage, reading today’s paper. Enter
A Sonnet’s On It
On 2016 May 18th by montyA quick piece of iambic pentameter inspired by my two favourite poets of yesteryear, William Shakespeare and John Donne. Shall I compare thee to a sonnet verse? Though art more lovely and more musical. Rough winds prevent time needed to rehearse, Though summer’s lyrics remain whimsical. Sometime too vague a sonnet’s matter reads, And often
Found Horse
On 2016 May 18th by montyI stumbled on this opening that I churned out to a longer form poem – I’ll probably add to it and edit it as time goes on, but here’s just the beginning… I came upon a solitary steed, Though in itself not a peculiar sight, It was of gentle stand and healthy breed, And harnessed