a fabulous collection of weird, extremely bizarre short stories, as well as some highly strange but very interesting poems, written by author and poet Arturo Hernandez.
Suddenly it’s sees more then, all at once,
The seen turns to nothing. The only sight to see is
The blue, the flapping waves, the mix of salt.
Suddenly you see more and the green is blue,
The blue is yellow the yellow is mellow the green is
Mellow and suddenly, suddenly it ends.
A. Hernandez 7 8 1989
Some photo taking and photo shopping…
Some photos I took as my wife and I visited Downtown Sanford, Florida. The historic section. We went there for the farmers market. This tree was huge and beautifully decorated. I took some close up reflection photos of me taking a picture of the elegant christmas bulbs hanging from the tree.
We saw this beautiful mural down one of the alleys as we left the farmers market to go visit the antique shops. There on the mural were painted butterflies. My wife and I got our wings while in front of the mural.
Jeanine Taylor Folk Art Gallery was our next stop on our little journey through downtown Sanford. The art pieces were breathtaking. It was one of my favorite stops on our journey yesterday. A perfect ending to a nearly perfect year. My favorite pieces were by the artist Theresa Disney. https://www.jtfolkart.com/theresa-disney-1
No matter where I go
I feel the pain, the
Suffering.
I have learned to live side by side,
Hand in hand with it.
Like a good friend.
Smiles on my face
Look out of place.
And sometimes
That grip is so tight,
So hurtful.
Oh, pain and suffering.
Please forgive me for
Laughing in your presence.
Please forgive me for my
Misjudgments
I know it hurts to speak
But I speak because I need
The hurt. I need to be reminded
Of the pain. The suffering.
I need to not forget.
I have to remember.
I need that painful grip.
A. Hernandez 9 7 2022
The sun is up again.
Lighting smiles
On faces.
A new day is here
For awhile.
Another 8 hours.
It will be crossing the clouds
A magnificent background
For soaring birds.
12/22/2022 A. Hernandez
What if I roared as a lion
Swam like a bird
Talked like a parrot
Ate like a pig
What if I flew like a fish
Bit like a computer
Btye like a shark
Smell like
An explosion (between the two
Legs)
Sang like a Diana Ross
End like the day
Begin like the end of the world?
What if I could
What if I couldn’t
What if the day
Turned dark like the sea
And churned?
And twisted
And the songs of
The birds were gone?
What if?
A. Hernandez 8 23 2022
Wrote this back 1988
PART ONE
“The race to a place so we can
Then taste a paste that they had
Erased” I mumbled.
Faced am I with a storm above
Me and my baby at the watchers.
The air the paste is all in my hair.
I reach the beach with my stare.
See a bleak view of a middle age blonde
Over there. Her tits are hidden and
So is the bush.
But I stare and stare. Wish I
Was in there. Just a story to write
No truth lies here.
PART TWO
From a bench I feed the tiny little
Flying critters. Feed made of seeds and
Beats, bread and crackers that
Burst into fragments. Melting in the
Heat, the shine in the trees burns
The branches.
Birds fly as the kids jump
From speeding cars. Some heads are
Smashed some spin on the ground.
Quickly I chase the clouds as they
Turn away into the wind.
a. Hernandez 8-8- 1988
Loved by Hate
I’m never too late
To understand this.
I’m never gonna be right.
I’m never gonna live
The right the straight.
I’m not all mad
Just all out sad.
Believe me.
War Machine
Man is a war machine.
An I don’t give a fuck machine.
Welcome to hell my people.
All our welcome to stay
Forever.
Walk in goose step.
Walk and fall head first
Over the cliff
It’s the way.
The one way street.
You can’t beat.
In Hell Today
I’m in hell.
Today
it’s so hot
I need a drink
A smoke perhaps.
Yes a smoke.
It Is The Way
We kill you
You murder us.
It is the way.
The only street.
My feet creep along.
Mud sticks tightly
To my eyes
My boots
I think my brain.
My foot has vanished.
It is gone.
So is my eye
I think I want to die.
Wake up Friend
Wake up don’t be gone
It’s still too early.
It’s way too early.
Moments
There are moments
When I think the air
Breathes me.
And the world shits me
Out.
I Want Gold in my Pocket
I want gold in my pocket.
I want it in my mouth.
Around my neck.
I want it
In my ear.
Can it be possible for me
To be happy, relaxed, undisturbed?
I am hoping.
Hope is a 4 letter word.
It keeps people afloat.
Our heads above water.
Hope is what keeps
All of mankind alive.
A. Hernnandez 11 14 2022
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 