Deborah Monahan's Writings
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Poem
Feb.23.2009
I the seer, I the sage
of any dawn
any age,
while furies boil and
terrors rage,
pound upon this written page,
but you?
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Poem
Feb.23.2009
masculine purpose
dribbled out upon the errant earth,
lay sweet and bitter
products of
seasons, sowing
planter, soldier, slave to earth,
forever bound.
while goddesses, abounding in the
firmament rule
all
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Poem
Feb.23.2009
look into the bonelight
shattered
from a thousand stars
you, it, joined in scarlet cold,
memorized, hidden, fractured;
a quantum triptych, laying at the
dawn oftime.
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Column
Jan.19.2009
Essay
By Lake "No I Don't Have a Dick But I Know One" Monahan
“The moment might be right for you,” one advertisement announces in hospital-hushed tones. “But your Sleeping Beauty might want to wait until tomorrow.” Tomorrow? She might want to wait until you get a big dick.
Aren't men sick of these ads? Women are. I'm about ready to refuse to have sex...
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Short Story
Jan.15.2009
Promises Gather Wishes Like Prayers
The thoughts that preoccupied their father night after night as he tucked his matching daughters into their mismatched beds sometimes prevented him from getting a decent night’s sleep. He would pull the handmade quilts up to their chins, kiss them goodnight, and sigh. As if the weight of some great problem lay unsolvable on his conscience.
After their nightly...
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Article
Jan.13.2009
To Catch a Falling Star
To Catch a Falling Star (fairy tale two)დ Promises are meant to be broken. They are also; however, experts at love. Cadence and Chlöe Promise knew about true love from the earliest moments of their lives because their father told them fairy tales each night accompanied by an unusual postscript, conjured sometime after they were born, yet before they were...
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Article
Jan.10.2009
Dancing in the Moonlight
Dancing in the Moonlight (fairy tale one)დ Chlöe and Cadence Promise were very young—almost too young to remember—when their father began telling them the story of how he had taken their mother Lily in his arms each night to dance during the frosty-blue month leading up to the night they were born. Never mind it took well over a decade before either girl thought...
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Article
Jan.10.2009
Novel-in-Progress
The Florentine Codex
On the day I met my second destiny, there were no cataclysmic signs, no omens. I had received no indication from the gods of my ancestors, or the One True Lord in whose Almighty Name I was to receive the most exhaustive education in New Spain. How was I to know that my future was about to veer from the path on which it had been set? There was...
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Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but nevertheless dazzling, passionate, and eternal form.”
—Plato
About Deborah
I am currently seeking representation for a completed manuscript, a women’s contemporary fiction project titled, The Spellbinding Properties of a Broken Promise, or Twisted Spells.
Connections
Causes Deborah Monahan Supports
American Autoimmune Related Disorders, American Myositis Association, The City of Hope, ASPCA
Deborah’s Favorite Books
Dark Angel, Water Method Man, To Kill a Mockingbird, Persuasion, Wuthering Heights, Cold Mountain, The Poisonwood Bible, Cries to Heaven, Girl With A Pearl...