Monday 24 June 2013

A book of contrasts





Book review

Empyreal Illusions by Jake Bonsignore (book one of the Inferno Unleashed series)

Jake Bonsignore has diligently created a world that blends mythologies together and creates new ones. His ideas are innovative and imaginative, and the imagery within this book is beautifully vivid.

The protagonist is a convincingly cynical 14 year old girl by the name of Breena Taljain, who is a down on her luck miscreant living in a broken, drug addicted city. In Breena’s town, you are either a junkie, or being beaten up by one. She is left despairing of life, forced to grow up too soon.

When a traumatic event destroys her body, she is thrust into a heady drug-induced coma world. Here, she discovers an amazing paradise where her dreams can come true.

But there is a darker side to this perfect world, and it won’t rest until it finds her.

In contrast to his main character, Bonsignore introduces us to Galbrecht Atalir, a drunkard doctor with a secret past.

In the search for his own redemption, Galbrecht inflicts horrific violence against the regime of the shadowy Patriarch. Bonsignore does not shy away from these graphic depictions. Indeed, this is some of his most evocative work. 

This debut epic fantasy creates horror and splendour in equal measure, contrasting fantasy and reality until the reader no longer realises which is which. Bonsignore leaves his readers asking ‘what happens next?’

Friday 7 June 2013

Winter's ghosts

They roam the platforms
Ghostly shadows of those that
Once worked here before
Running for trains
Long since gone
The wind’s inertia
Sculpting shaped from
The drifting snow flakes
They dance on the rooftops
Phantom snow ghosts
Cursed forever to drift
Drift, drift.

 

07/06/2013
SJ Menary

Falling

My dreams fore sore
The night before
That I was alone

My castle is not my own
The trees and fields
Are not my home

Devils in dresses
And daemons at Masses

If the world’s a stage
And us upon it players
Then the world is ending
And we fall with it

The bodies will tumble
Into ditches and divots

Horsemen clutching at your heels
But you will never see it

In the Hollywood Reels
That sell sex, starvation,
And rock n roll,
Gucci, Prada, Maripol

Prince Charming will not
Slay the dragons
Or climb the tower
To rescue you

He’s too busy at home
Playing Call of Duty 2
Fake heroes
For an imaginary war
Asleep
When North Korea
Comes knocking at your door

We, the deluded ones
Fake hair, fake bodies, fake guns
Crying out for someone to save us
When the time comes

The have forsaken us
The brave ones

So pray to your God of science
Of hate, of injustice
As the missiles come to burn us

Sincerity is out of fashion.
The world is falling
And we fall with it.


07/06/2013
SJ Menary

I am not a number

 I am not a number
37-23-36?
48-40-49
My worth
Is not measured by
My dress size
Those delicate girls
Tiny little bodies
Skinny little legs
Flawless hair
Flawless stilettos
Pouting pretty lipstick
I don’t wear lipstick
I wear Doc Martens
I don’t think about One Direction
Boys and dates
I think about the Russian Revolution
And Ice cream.

07/06/2013
SJ Menary

Writer's Block

He lived on a diet of coca cola
And skittles

He called himself a vampire
The writer

Bags under his eyes, grey against
The blood-shot pink
He did not sleep

Stories whirring in his head
Colliding with exploding dervishes

But worse
The writer’s block

Pens chewed to the wick
Hair ripped out, brains wracked

And his victim, the computer
Defenestrated

16/07/2013
SJ Menary