Hi I’m Matthew and I guess you could say that I’m the writer of these stories—I say I guess because sometimes I believe the stories write me more than I write them.

I’m currently studying film and marketing a comic book series called ‘Forty Tales’; I grew up in Uniondale NY and I write something every day of my life.  

Matthew David Fishgold

“The time: is inconsequential, the place: your mind, and the reason: …to get this damn kid some readers.” Whispers a distant voice toward you.

“I know this seems like a ploy…and well I’d be lying to you if I said it wasn’t. I’m a Yeggman, a safecracker…no I’m not talking about the guy who’s picture is up on this About the Author page, I’m talking about myself…I can see how this is going to be difficult.” An amorphous thought in flux and the rhythm of imagination tips a newly appointed and manifested brown fedora hat, the very instant you thought of it and smiles before continuing to speak. “There…now you got it. But if for some reason you don’t…you are after all trapped within a multi-corporate controlled reality known to yourself and believed by most others as the ever popular ability to imagine. I’m sure that one of the most appealing factors to reading this profile was the thought that you would be given a chance to manifest the caricature portrayed in these paragraphs within your own mind and in your own fashion. Unfortunately despite your possible rejection of the idea that some corporation has implanted hidden psychic messages within this and every other profile, storybook, cookbook, magazine, etc. it still undoubtedly exists. They want you to think that you are the one creating the vivid images within your mind, but in fact they are the ones showing you what they want you to see. So if you by chance happen to visualize a familiar marketed soda product idly sitting upon a park bench or maybe a hemorrhoid crème in an obese mans purse, just keep in mind that if you go and buy the product the visions will go away. Well…maybe.” Slightly chuckling, the Yeggman shakes his head from side to side and winks at you. “Apologies, I have a way with getting carried off on snarky rants.”

As you read, you begin to notice something forming...or un-forming within your mind, like the click of a safe's falling tumbler echoing somewhere unknown.

“Now don’t be distressed…I told you I was a safecracker. What am I opening? Well hopefully your mind. You see, it’s my job here to put something inside there. What am I putting in your mind? Well the idea to read the stories of that handsome guy in the picture up there.” The Yeggman smiled. “Well enough with the preliminaries, let’s move on to something that will keep your interest long enough for me to crack that safe. How about a story? And not just any old story about some maiden whose name is a depiction of the racist and ethnocentric behavior of its time and seven men who live all alone in the forest. Nor is this a story about increasing the population of vegans’ by making people feel bad about eating little talking architecturally gifted piggies...this is a story about a kitten!”

It is said that Heaven has a place on Earth

Where wonders of God are given birth

It all took place on a quiet little road

I traveled there to seek fortunes untold

But what I found was a quandary of the lord

One little kitten with a flaming sword

“I’m filling in for the angel of death,

He took the day off and gave me his fiery breath!”

Said the kitten with a wink

I was so puzzled I just could not think

“Why would a kitten be a wonder of God?

I thought I would be enlightened…are you eating a cod?

This is ridiculous I demand to see God; I demand more for my journey and wish"

Then kitten walked over to me and said with a gulp of his fish

“I’m also filling in for him, he went on a break

I think he is attending a chipmunk’s wake.”

“So right now you’re God?”

Simply he answered with a nod

Then he picked up a stone

And turned it into a phone

“There's your wonder, now you can leave.”

At this point I began to huff and heave

“That’s it! If God won’t show me wonders and leaves powers with you

Then I want to speak to the Devil, maybe his wonders are true!”

“Yeah he’s also on a break,

Guess he’s tired of the fiery lake.”

“So who is in charge…no wait it’s you I guess.”

“It’s true, I must confess.”

“That’s it I’m done with it all, no spiritual power cares to show me a wonder

I came all this way for nothing but a blunder.”

Then the kitten’s telephone rang

He answered it, nodded, then put the phone down with a clang

One last hope, I allowed myself to believe

That the call might be the answer I came to achieve

“Was that God or The Devil to give me my wish?”

“No it was God telling me that it’s okay to turn you into my next fish.”