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Monty Heying's Writings

Short Story
crack junkie
Feb.21.2014
Unpublished
I am at a long window counter in a crowded Starbucks in the City waiting for a friend. An unshaven buzz-cut young man in a shabby red hoodie sets down his backpack at the curb. Facing me, he sits cross-legged, arranges a paper cup just-so at his knee and tosses in some change for ballast. Cars and trucks rumble a foot behind him. He lights a stub of filtered...
Poem
Almond Orchard
Oct.05.2012
Forum Magazine, fall 2011
  From the Wilma Street overpass a wide black ribbon narrows away curving through morning haze toward a rose-tinted sky, disappearing in a milky sea of almond flowers.   In the orchards, geometric rows of gnarly brown trunks and chorus limbs are canopied by blushing clouds of perfume pumping blooms.   And in the cool and muffled stillness rays of...
Wisdom Stone
Oct.05.2012
Unpublished
Cowards cling to fairy tales while the courageous embrace the soaring potential  of a curious mind. Memory is a chain of stories in our heads. And yet depending on how we’ve matured, these remnants may be revisited and revised to yield new and better stories. Therapy? Sometimes we’re shocked to learn that what we'd assumed was fact was in fact someone else’s...
Poem
Horned Lizard
Feb.05.2012
We’d pass this field where Horny toads lived. How it worked was you'd Fling one at a girl, and It would dangle by its claws From her blouse or sweater As she squealed and ran. Janey had a crush on me. Shy, And aiming to change her mind, I hurled a thorny lizard. But she, Being smarter than me, Just stood there smiling, So I’d come and get it.   #...
Poem
Paperweight
Nov.21.2011
Unpublished
Chimney smoke dissolves into marbled blue hanging restless over snow-dusted peaks. Sagging pine boughs,  their needle clusters choked with ice cotton, dance a wavering wind ballet, above a slumbering gallery of unclothed aspens. Feathery whiteness, floating, swirling, like angels in a pillow fight. #   #   #  
Short Story
Birthday Cake
Jul.26.2011
Forum Magazine, fall 2011
(c) copywright 2011 al rights reserved     (Fort Worth, Texas, July, 1963)                                       The doors of the bus knuckle ­inward as it rumbles to...
Short Story
Prince
Apr.30.2011
Unpublished
(c) 2013, all rights reserved   Prince (for Sandra)   (Fort Worth, Texas, April, 1957)   Mr. John cooks for sixty-five orphans and their staff. Every morning he gets up at four-thirty, so bedtime is eight o’clock. He turns off the light and listens to Sinatra on the radio, trying to relax. His corner apartment is at the end of the long wing facing...
Short Story
"Mama" Gross, Matron of the Little Boys
Feb.04.2011
SYNCHRONIZED CHAOS magazine - March, 2011
© 2012, All Rights Reserved   October, 2009…   So…, you think I should go?” Matt says to the tired-looking woman in the blue wing-backed chair across from him. “It could be good,” Dr. Werner says after a pause. Matt notices the way “good” ended on an upward inflection, a sign of doubt. After a year of her weekly therapy sessions he’s gotten the hang of...
Short Story
Needle-nosed gar
Jul.23.2010
Unpublished (2011)
(c) Monty J Heying (all rights reserved)   (Fort Worth, Texas, September, 1959)   After supper, Matt leaves the orphanage dining hall and goes up to the Big Boys’ bathroom where Nomilk and Rasor are smoking by the end window overlooking the stoops. They are older and much larger than him and often hostile, but while he’s at the urinal an idea comes to...
Short Story
312 Club
Jun.30.2010
Unpublished
© 2013 Monty J Heying (all rights reserved)   (Fort Worth, Texas, February, 1959)   After Curfew- It’s night time. There’s no moon. The dim green “Exit” sign over the fire escape door at the far end of the Big Boys dormitory casts a shadowy message onto the ceiling in warped fuzzy letters. Radiators hiss and the pulsing glow from the headlights of...