Matthew J. Fromm

Joined May 2022

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Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.

Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).

I can be reached at [email protected]

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The Ides Of March
Beware Beware The Ides of March For though they come They have not gone Despite honeyed tongue And cloth of gold Thou art though mortal
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Poets
I'm Backkkkk
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By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Writers
A Truly Great Night. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
Ingrid sat in darkness, belly full, beside her husband Klaus, immaculately dressed in his best gray suit. Below her, a wonderful clarinet soloist finished her Rondo, center stage. Ingrid’s playbill identified the piece as Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A Major. Klaus tapped his fingers in time with the strings, and in that moment she was happy. Things were turning around. Not so long ago, they’d had to scrape for food. Now with continued promises of economic turnaround, they could enjoy a dinner with wine followed by the orchestra.
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Fiction
Sycophants
There once was a King with no nethers Who'd hang his friends in the weather He'd walk through dung Yet willing tongues Still lined up to lick the leather
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
The Heroes of America vs. The Destroyer of Worlds
“It’s only right we discuss him over a fine brandy.” “You describe him as though he is still a man.” ”As Arnie said, if it bleeds, we can kill it.”
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
One Day In November
Dallas in the 60’s was an odd place: big hats, bigger guns, bigger egos. It was the type of place no one looked twice if you looked out of time, and Special Operator Andrew Vogel looked distinctly out of time–which of course, he was with his anti-matter rifle and sleek black jumpsuit. Luckily, the fifth floor of the Texas School Book Depository was as vacant as it was every time the Russians tried to meddle with this event.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Korny
There once was a kid named Blaze Who stayed in his room all his days His mom assumed porn Instead he played Korn To prove that it's not just a phase
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Hunters. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - February 2025.
I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that bought his shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Sanitized
Beauty, once obvious innately Deemed lacking in utility What good’s a vase used only for visibility? Then shattered prejudicially
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
She Comes In Colours
Flowered vases Do thee no justice Beauty dwarfed by immutability Naught but segmented vibrancy But what of fear, uncertainty?
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Upon The White Cliffs Of Dover
When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t planning on writing this. Work is all consuming, and when it’s not my novel is. I need to put some finishing touches on a family trip to France that is suddenly, amazingly right around the corner. And my dog needs a surprise visit to the vet. Plus, it was inauguration day Monday which is all I will say on that topic.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Photography
I Feel Obliged
Today I feel obliged To put pen to paper To poetically publish To ornately orate To lavishly lament
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets