Author Archives: Monty Vern

Personal blogger, author & illustrator, and overall fallible human being.

Burning Slow

I’m slow to anger, how biblical of me! But the truth is I burn low and slow and resentfully. You won’t catch me shouting loud. You won’t catch me in the red. But I stew inside with all the words unsaid. For years I didn’t even know it. I thought I was the patient one. The faithful husband. The loving father. The good son. But, in time, I cracked wide-open and ill-will spilled out, all spoiled and rotten. Wretched, I turned. To lies and sinful ways. Too dark to fully confess. Oh, I wish I had faster burned! To let out some ire! To not be so fixated on being seen as perfect. To jump into the fire! Perhaps, if I hadn’t tried so hard to impress, I’d have avoided the mess. I’m not saying anger is a good thing. For sure it can danger bring. But my anger, unaddressed, festering away beneath the surface, tore my life apart. Crossing lines and wounding hearts, including mine. I exploded slowly. Too slowly to notice. Too slowly to abort. I burned just too damn slow.

Be well,

Monty

Re-reading Monty

They claim to be my words, but I’ve no memory;
They seem too deep, too wise, beyond me,
Yet there they are, on the page,
With a typo or two for extra authenticity,
As if intentional to address this very moment,
As if to say, ‘who else but you?’
It is hard to argue.

It’s not that the words don’t resonate,
They absolutely ring true;
And I’m not here to brag,
Nor be overly humble,
I’m just a bit confused,
How my own words seem to be so new.

Be well,

Monty

An Act of Love

She ripped a page out of my book, literally.
Tore the page right out of it,
Transforming words undercover into an act of love,
A passionate invitation to come on an adventure,
Once my words, sleeping upon a page,
Now a call to action, to join the coppered crew,
To set sea for rich waters, full of love and grace;
Come on, she said, let’s go!

Be well,

Monty

Another Absurdity

Up the bean-stalk he climbed,
Exposed arse whistling in the wind
(the score to some old sitcom from
before all the screens turned blue),
He was compensating for the queasy feeling
That that farmer’s seed was rotten,
Infested with the next viral sensation,
A TikTok explosion,
Little did he know that he was the fuse,
Percolating with infestation,
About to be unleashed upon the world above.

Be well,

Monty

Explicit Absurdity

Hydrogen uppers gaslight me into obsolescence,
Escaping gravity, wound-up, and ready to bounce
An engineer’s failed experiment in abstinence,
A human bot,
Go ahead and tariff me – what’s ten percent of worthless?
Abracadabra mother fucker!

Be well,

Monty