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.
i hurt my back today
chasing that damn fly
i had earlier hurt it this way
now all i want to do is die
and not feel this way.
damn fly
i swung at it
and split my muscles in the upper back
and that is no joke jack
i can barely move
i’v lost my groove
whata hell i’m gonna do?
7 11 2023 A. Henandez
“Who the hell–cough–are you man–cough,cough–huh?”
I’m the guy who sprayed you with this deadly gas from this deadly can.
“You–cough–are killing me…”
Boyyyyy, but what a smart one you are. Yes it’s the deadly gas that makes you now speak to me. At first I did not hear you, but then after a few sprays of this deadly gas you can actually find the senses to talk to me.
“Why–cough–I must say–cough–cough–why?–I have a hive i must–cough–watch hatch;” (coughing loudly) “baby flys- cough,cough,cough–to look after–cough,cough–Mr?–cough.”
I am my darling’s big old man, she sent me to exterminate you. Believe me, if not for her, my darling, you’d still be flying around.
[Coughing loudly, the slowly but surely dying fly kicks up its legs, and finishes its coughing.] “Poor thing,” the big old man murmured.
Arturo Hernandez 5-2-1995
There are dead ones, and live ones.
Newborn, old, and sunshine ones.
Squash ones, black and blue ones, ones
That bleed all over when stepped on and others that do not run.
There are ones flying and a tiny colony of ones resting, peacefully, from the other ones.
And ones that zoom, and speed through the air, and ones that enter the sun.
Come to think of it, there is no doubt ones that always find time to have lots of fun.
This is my collection, I tell you the truth, no lie, come and play with me and we’ll have the most fun.
Arturo Hernandez 4/30/1993
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 