My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]
As dreams leave me like waves receding from a beach I am left with the worry that I have inherited from my mother and since there is no one tool that would fix all of my problems I dart between them like a hummingbird amongst flowers not coming up with anything but madness I am […]
Here are some short segments from ‘The Dweller’ just to provide a snapshot of what’s inside! Dead Girl Writing on a blackboard: https://hernanjmonzon.com/2014/09/27/dead-girl-writing-on-a-blackboard-dont-turn-her-around/ Facing Yourself Before the Fight: https://hernanjmonzon.com/2014/05/16/facing-yourself-before-the-fight-dweller-chapter-15/ Voices Coming From the Walls: https://hernanjmonzon.com/2014/05/04/hey-little-birdy-come-and-make-an-old-man-happy-dweller-chapter-14/
Sometimes the only way to judge a port is by the caliber of sailors that pass through.
Late night at the bar. I walked out of the bathroom and there were bodies all over the floor moaning and bleeding. Smashed bottles lay everywhere. Every table was overturned. Somebody was trying to crawl off the pool table and the bartender was crying. A man on the floor on his stomach was trying to […]
Her face is stark white like a fresh sheet sailing happy blank eyes summer sky blue white pearls packed together everywhere between her balloon watermelon lips. It’s mesmerizing, you become captivated and start to writhe about like a charmed snake. That’s the lady that works the Sobeys wine store by far one of the most […]
I was in an apartment building I still have bad dreams about at the west end of Cambridge on the tail-end of being high for two days but I wasn’t even sure on what. People liked me so they always gave me things and when I’m drunk I’ll drop whatever like a champ because I’m […]
I gutted the chapter because it was downright hideous. What the Hell was I thinking? That I could turn this macabre piece of bird shit into something that was a joy to read? I felt insane. Defeated. I might as well jerk off and go to bed but I was a fighter because God never […]
I fell off the wagon again it turned over on top of me then we both rolled down a hill fell off a cliff and exploded.
You flabby lion. You meandering drunk. You self-medicating self-pitying self-destructing squandered soul. Look at you! Pathetic. Let ourselves go, have we? I’ve seen livelier sides of meat in the lineup at the Sunday soup kitchen in hostels in men’s shelters and retirement homes. Don’t tell me that you’ve given up already because you look like […]