The Gullet is the Literary Magazine of the Academy for Monsters. If you have a poem or a short story you’d like to submit to The Gullet, please send it to Quimby@falconquinn.com. The best pieces sent in by readers will be posted here. Submitting poems to The Gullet means that you grant permission for the work to be published here.
These first three poems were written by Timothy Sparkbolt, a member of the newest incoming class at the Academy. These poems have been translated from the original Frankenstein. We look forward to more poems from Timothy Sparkbolt in the future.
– Volt Crackthunder, managing editor, THE GULLET
MONSTER A PERSON
by Timothy SparkboltMonster a person though monster not human Monster like music. Like Wagner! Like Schumann! World full of stupid. World full of noise. Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys. World full of JUNK monster not comprehend What is a childhood? What is a friend? Monster and human both want the same same. Want Conversation. Want love. WANT NO PAIN. If monster speak heart: monster life only worsen. Monster not human: BUT MONSTER A PERSON!
by Timothy Sparkbolt
Roses red! Violets blue! Humans, destroy. §
Road Not Taken Destroy!
by Timothy SparkboltTwo roads divide in heinous wood. Sorry could not destroy them both Be one monster, there I stood And groaned and groaned as best I could And took the road with poison growth.
Two path explode in wood and me— Me take path less treachery. That make difference. Not much though.
by Tiffany Zhang
The dragon He soars through the sky Dancing among soft spun clouds The wind twists Swirling around him As he flies on The skies darken Lightning leaps Thunder shrieks The storm begins