Monica Multer

I sit in a White tiled room I feel like I Was dropped here A camera is sitting In my hands Resting peacefully But why am I To capture this A walled in cell Made completely Of glass Stands tall In the middle of the room A man paces Inside of its See through barrier The walls are so thin There is so little standing Between him and me Imprisoned and watching His eyes only on me A wolf’s eyes Burning into me I shift uncomfortable “Be careful with him” He says to me In a dark cold voice The edge in it surprises And scares me “Who?” I ask My eyes Being held by the wolf He doesn’t take his eyes away But nods at my lap A wry grin splitting Open his face I look down A baby boy Lies where my Camera had been His head is bent At an awkward angle I scream and scream Looking down at him His tiny broken body And his broken neck With blue skin and unstaring eyes Dying in my arms I plead for help Looking frantically From the baby To the prisoner But all he does Is laugh at me He puts his hands Against the glass And starts to push And as the glass Starts to crack He says “You can only help yourself”

I was in my Theory of Knowledge class the other day, and because of my cold medicine, I was totally wired. I typically am really interested in that class but I just couldn’t pay attention because Me + Cold Medicine = Bad News and Weird Things So I am sitting in the back of the classroom when suddenly it dawns on me, I can’t sit in this chair a second longer. So what does my brain go to? Of course, what else? The floor. I just stand up in my seat and go around my desk and plunk down on the floor. ...

Goodbye my brother, I will miss you so!!! Good luck at Cal Poly. I still think you are a mountain goat. LOVE YOU!!!

I try to avoid parking lots by all costs. Parking lots have got bad news written all over them, so I just try to stay away. They are a pain in the butt too. Here are my reasons and pet peeves about parking lots: They are one of the most accident prone places. Whenever I am in a parking lot I feel like some body is going to come whipping around the corner and smash into me. I never feel safe, and I get really paranoid. ...

I climb the stairs As doors close with a hiss behind Thousands of eyes watching Walking down death row Calmly I sit down in a chair Images rush past me People walking away forever Never aware of me watching Silently I put my hand against glass Cold and warm from other days Everything rocks back and worth People whisper, cry, laugh Quietly I look down beside me A little girl sits there Lollipop to big for her small mouth She licks relentlessly at it Noisily I hear everything at that moment Two rows up a baby howls, hungry Three rows back a man coughs, dying Across the isle a man and woman fight Angrily I see everything at that moment Five rows back a woman with a black eye Four rows ahead a man without an arm Across and seven rows back a blind man sighs Sadly I sigh too and stare at my hands “My mom says it is rude to stare at people” The little girl looks up at me questioning “Why do you stare at them” she asks Curiously I speak to this girl so much younger than me “Because there is so much to see” I reply “I see nothing” she whines “Look very closely and you see everything” “Everyone tells a story, but your mother is right” Simply I listen to her as I do everyone “Well what’s your story?” “A long and sad one” I reply I don’t see it” she says Confused “I see your story” I say grinning “You like lollipops” She stares blankly at her lollipop and says “No” “My mom gave it to me before she died” Silence bustling People get up and leave the bus She stands alone and waves to me Still sucking “Goodbye” she says I just sit there wondering Calmly

One of my favorite sweets is salt water taffy. It makes my life like nothing else… well except corks. In Calumet Michigan there is a mercantile store where they sell taffy by the bucket. I love this place, I would move in if I could. Just row after row of giant taffy barrels filled with all kinds of flavors of glorious taffy. My favorite flavor has got to be watermelon. ...

Sorry, no time for posts so here is something I wish I was doing instead of piles of homework, rock picking. These are some photos of rocks we found in Lake Superior off the Keewenaw coastline. Very cool agates and such.

This was a dessert I had at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I made him look like a Pac Man. Some how this picture is slighty depressing and at the same time makes me laugh until I cry. If any of you have ever eaten at the buffet at the Bellagio, you know what I am talk about when I say: YOU CAN NEVER LOOK AT FOOD THE SAME AGAIN! ...

This is the beginning of a story I am working on, not sure where it will go if it does go somewhere. I thought it was interesting though and thought I would share this little excerpt. Enjoy. This is the way the heart dies. It dies slowly without a sound. Some people never even notice when it is gone. The person still stands put nothing inside remains. We have nothing left but misery, an empty hole that gapes yawning in its existence. When the clock stops ticking what will you do? Where will you go? ...