The Junkyard Dog Bleeds

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 […]

TUESDAY 4AM

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 […]

Short Segments of My New Horror Novel: The Dweller

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/        

Cracking Open A Fresh Box of Wine

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 Know the Tigers Are in There Somewhere

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 […]