You can’t have this poem. I called it first. Shotgun. No do-overs. Can’t be reversed. It’s mine—finders keepers. It’s mine—pinky swear. It’s mine—losers weepers. Sorry. Life isn’t fair. I thought it first. I went and picked it. You sure you still want it? That’s why I licked it. -M.M.
credit: tasteofomi.deviantart.com "The Writer" is a piano waltz I composed. Originally, it was titled the "Elipses Waltz" because of the reoccuring "dot dot dot" motif. (. . .) Below you can find links to the pdf sheet music as well as a rough audio recording of the piece. The Writer [PDF Sheet music] The Writer [mp3... Continue Reading →
Here is the sheet music for a piano piece I composed called "Snow Sprites". It is moderately difficult, but not too hard. Click the link for the sheet music pdf link. Snow Sprites [PDF] Happy Winter! -M.M.
Credit: lucfonzy.deviantart.com "Evinrude" is a hymntune I wrote a while ago. The name itself means "Riverboat". I can't seem to write words for it, so if you come up with some, feel free to share! Sidenote: It has no real title, so it is called "Irish Hymn" in the sheet music in the meantime. The sheet... Continue Reading →
*Note: Each R or L in this poem is replaced with a W for specific effect. I will let you decide which effect I was going for. Widdow Wabbit Walfie Widdow wabbit Walfie, Went Whooping down da woad, Where da weeping wiwwows cwy, So soft dat no one knowed. He was soon confwonted,... Continue Reading →
I do not usually write nonsense, but when I do, I don't. -M.M. The Empathy Amphitheater Welcome to the Empathy Amphitheatre. Really, we know how you feel. You feel like the door greeter-meeter, Who’s waiting for cherries to peel. Just Joking. No Nonsense. I hear from the heart, And speak from the... Continue Reading →
Mathematics and Language. Like mustard and custard, they should never be mixed. Or should they? Yesterday I came across a form of poetry which draws from both worlds: Mathematics and Language. Written by the beloved children's author and mathematician Lewis Carroll, "A square poem" (found here) can be read either vertically or horizotally. Fascinated, I... Continue Reading →
VIII Carver’s short performance, Brought a strong applause, Then the leader raised his hand, Time briefly seemed to pause. “I don’t believe I introduced, Myself to ye as yet. I lead this band of miscreants; My name is Everett.” “We seek ter thwart the Thanator, The same ye seek to beat, We’re now... Continue Reading →
The Breakfastician of Buckingham Square, Stood proudly at the stove, Knife at the ready, Gaze holding steady, Then, into his cooking he dove. Opulent omelets he flipped in a flash, The crepes were beautifully browned, The oranges were juiced, A vitamin boost, For all the folks around. The syrupy smell swelled high... Continue Reading →