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 really did a good job confusing Bing AI. I photoshopped the rest of the art)
red squares swirling, triangles of rainbows, streams of flowing stars and planets, rabbits racing through hungry wolves, as the sun is laughing at all below it…
A Hernandez 4 4 2024 / AI and Photoshop art by me
One day, I will awake to superpowers:
Like flight
Invisibility
Elasticity
Impenetrable skin
Super strength like Power Man
The ability to read minds
To move objects with my thoughts
To stick to walls
Manipulate the time stream
Move faster than Barry Allen
The means to transport
Myself one point to another by just thinking about it
Super genius mind
One day.
A Hernandez 11 8 2023
I invited Gand and the earthman to my place,
So Gand could meet the earthman,
And to show Gand I had not been on any herbs,
Or that I had not been drinking from the homemade refreshment down in my mother’s well.
Do you trust this man? The earthman asked me as
he stared at Gand.
Yes. Why do you ask? Why wouldn’t I trust this man? I have known him all my life?
The earthman scoffed, experience has taught me many things and one of them is to never trust a person who wears funny hats.
Gand, grimacing, replied, what is wrong with my hat?
Something not sure what yet.
Zais says you come from Earth? Gand asked the earthman, there was a look on his face that expressed distrust. That you crashed landed in his mother’s garden? Is this true?
I was on a mission for Earth, yes. My ship struck some
Space debris that sent me hurtling here. I did not ask to come here or to crash into this man’s mother’s garden.
Earth you say. Interesting.
Your friend says you think I am nuts. That Earth
Is only found in mythology blogs and paperbacks.
Zais is a trusting Landian. We are all trusting Landians. Me, not so much. I’m only partly Landian. Trust does not come easy for me. My mom was Landian. My father is not a Landian at all; he came from the outer moons of Peacelandia.
2 17 2024 a hernandez
this dude
with the strange specs
looked like a frog but no on would believe me
not even my best friend Flan
was hoping down the street
looking for flies and other
buzzers
just happily searching
for flies and roaches
and he asked me “Hey man. How’s it hanging?”
i replied “Perfectly my frog looking friend. just as perfect as the last sunset and the 1st sunrise. Why you ask?”
just stood their thinking of what must be replied “I am just
asking because I am afraid if don’t ask something drastic may
occur”
the frog just keeping looking at me like I was the most perfect
crazyman.
a hernandez 2 3 2024
Up in the air,
Fall into the ground,
Down in the pits,
I can’t see shit.
A. Hernandez 6 19 2023
My OCD will not allow me not to write a poem or short story for Halloween. It’s my personal monster, telling me to do things others would laugh at about doing. Don’t be silly Art!
Trick or Treat
there’s a monster at my front door
growling “Trick OR Treat”.
Should I open the door?
It is growling even louder “Trick or Treat”.
I cower backwards, into the shadows,
hoping the knocking would go away.
“Trick or Treat” it continued even more loudly.
I was shivering, not from the cold.
Some minutes had gone by
and the knocking on the door had gone
bye bye.
I was again able to breathe without care.
i was once more able to move, and I did.
I strode towards the backside of my home
where the beer in the frig lived.
and when i strode into my kitchen, my lungs suddenly stop working
for to my surprise the back door that opens into my kitchen was wide open,
and was letting the cold October air in,
and again i started to shiver, but not from the cold.
I closed it, turned back towards the beer and heard in the other room
the sound of a deep hunger like devouring, sloppy sounds,
chomping, chomp, burp, gasp, chump, chump chump.
I peeked into the living room and saw the monster
stuffing his face with the candy i had placed in a big orange plastic bowl,
shoving wrappers and all into it’s very large mouth with very large teeth.
chocolate was running down it’s face like blood would if it were flesh
he was biting into and not milky way bars.
It stopped to peek at me, and smiled with the ugliest look on it’s chocolate stained
face, “Trick or Treat.”
A Hernandez 10 31 2023
What comes back from dead
Is a love triangle
Not a square
Or a mother of a square.
And what they need is not sex
Its brain, tendons and flesh.
But the triangle
A fandango
A dance
A prance
Everything beams
The sky
The ocean
The Breeze
Falling on me.
A Hernandez 8 18 2023
We (my 5th grade class) had a poet come to our class to explain to us kids what was poetry. I remember him well, he had a mechanical arm instead of a right arm; he explained he had lost it in the Vietnam war. Anyway he told the class to write what ever comes into your head. Poetry was what ever your mind could imagine. His explanation of poetry had a profound effect in my poetry and writing. Best explains this very strange poem I wrote below. It has a very long title. I wrote it when I was 26 years old 31 years ago.
The man saw it, the moon white as snow, high above his head.
The man’s eyes were open wide as wide as a grave is dead.
The man saw the moon, shining brightly,
Glowing the ground and the darkness and blood red.
He watched as the bats and creepers that
Roam run through shadows and smiled as they fled.
Showers of rainy blood came quickly; drops on
His head, as someone above him was killed dead!
The rain was not of water but tasted of blood. The man split in four ahead.
Come to hell it screamed at him, grabbing
Him with all four severed parts, and even head.
Come with all of us dead and gone, bad and
Spoiled, come to join the band of the dead.
Then together as light meets night they
Merge and devour themselves into each other, all parts,
Even head.
Art H 1-31-1992
i will soon drain
and will not refrain
from falling into madness
stepping into sadness
low life sucking my membrane
stay way from me please
you stinking old cheese.
A Hernandez 7 25 2023
Many eyes
All over.
Everything I see
Are eyes.
They are everywhere
Seeing you
Seeing them.
Them eyes all colors
All shapes
Types
Just
Staring at me.
Me and only me.
Me myself and eye.
Penny for your puns.
Eye monster go away.
Monster eyes all coming
at me at once, in clubs, in
Gangs.
Eyes, Eyes every day and every night.
Eyes as far as my eye can see.
A Hernandez 2 15 2023
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 