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The Little Russian Twins

[Arts-and-Entertainment] No children ever looked so scornful, so undignified-than Yulie and Anatolee, the little Russian twins, gossiped the neighbors as they passed through Prince Lane, a rich neighborhood, on their way to Pleasant Elementary school each morning. But no matter who peered from their windows, porches or lawns-they would have to admit, Yulie and Anatolee walked splendidly together: chatting along the way, and showing very much interest in what one another had to say, not noticing the onlookers...



An Interlude II - In the Life of Old Josh

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Old Josh never married, and there are reasons for that, and I think at this point, we need to look at them. It is an issue that came up throughout his life, for example, with Sweet-Chili (mother of his two children, and to my knowledge, married by common-law), and Sweet Bessie, and Bessie Ann, and Molly, he even had an eye for Lula the Cook, and Granny Mae.



A Soldier to Another

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Anyhow, most of us guys in the neighborhood heard about the war in Vietnam, but up to now, now one went, and the war was not called a war, it was called a 'Conflict' perhaps to lessen the stigma. In consequence, Hank would be the first one to go, if indeed he went.



Old Josh, In - Cold and Hot Veins

[Arts-and-Entertainment] One summer hot day, in 1859, Ella Hightower walked into the study room of her husband's, Charles Hightower, "Dear, excuse me-" she said, she had interrupted him, the neighbor Mr. Smiley, was standing by her husband, Charles now stood up from his desk, Mr. Smiley, was shaking her husbands hand, while putting some money in his pocket. It all happened quite fast, too fast thought Ella, as if for some reason, she was seeing something she should not have seen, or they did not want her to see.



Uamak's Account (Or, the Tiamat and the Lost Age)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I shall tell you of the Seer-cat Woman, and the Virus Word (and her compadre, Vii, the huge and mighty demon, and the Tiamat of old. You have heard the tale have you not, perhaps not, in many likenesses in which the hero was named Siren the Great, or Hercules, the Tiamat, Gwyllion (daughter to the Tiamat) Seth, Nimrod, Gilgamesh, Azaz'el, or even St. Christopher. But it was the Tiamat, herself, no other that had to face the hideous and demoniac thing called the Virus Worm.



Old Josh's Ode to Bessie

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Josh has taken a liking for Bessie, she works with her brother on the neighboring plantation; helps Josh with his two boys, and now Josh has created a song for her, he is wooing her, it would seem. She has come over to his shanty in the back of the Hightower house, by the carrel. They are now sitting on the little porch, in two rockers, and he is singing this song to her; Josh is not know to have ever been too romantic, in the past, or future, nor in the present, but he is here a little more balanced than in most previous episodes.



Old Josh, In - Sugar-Eyeing

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Silas did have a young lover (a few of them), sweethearts; one of them, her name was Sweet Molasses (Jefferson, if you want to add that onto the name, although they were never married to Josh understands). She was born in Ozark, in the shanty town near by it anyhow, and had a child named Minerva, born 1873. But let me backtrack...



Old Josh In - Fraternizing With Nelly the Cow!

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Advance) There was a cow over in the pastor across the old dirt road, up a short ways, that separated Hightower plantation from -Henry Jackson Birmingham's, smaller plantation, almost a hobby farm type-the cows name was Nelly: the maid whom lived with him, and was the talk of the county while living in Ozark, name was Mahogany, Henry was in his mid-sixties, and Mahogany in her early seventies. Folks said they were really married, white to black, but Henry would never admit it, had he, he would have been skinned alive, and her, Mahogany, tar and feathered. Anyhow, the KKK, left well enough alone, as well as Henry kept it quiet, and he did, and some say he even paid them off monthly, that is, until he moved out of Ozark, and into the countryside...



The Merced Cthulhu

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Only in ancient manuscripts can the word Cthulhu be found, meaning 'horror of the horrors.' A horror that numbs you, one that defies even God and His mercy; the decipherment of the word can entangle both the pawn and the prey, it reduces human existence to a weak and stale plight. Thus, in this following story, one that is based on fact (and considered by the author as historical fiction, since he has added his own descriptiveness to the account, and his own adjectives, that in which he feels belong to the story), that took place in November, of 2008; we will see a jealous mindless monster in motion, and the pawn will be devoured (names have been changed)...



Two Pigeons Kissing (A Poem) And the Ragged Sparrow (A Tale)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] In winter in Minnesota the days are short, the season long, and everything turns to a light and sometimes dark gray; snow hides everything, like a giant white umbrella. The Countryside, even the city produces profound feelings of disenchantment, haunted by the ragged looking sparrows (and some squirrels); occasionally, the sun flutters through the desolate sky and its clouds, and inside the winds resides gloom, you squint your eyes after a while in the endless white on white-snow.



Love in the Backseat

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Boot camp was boot camp, and I was for the most part, a midwinter soldier, in that I was, or it was midwinter when I ended up in book camp and that is in itself another story, under the heading of the Novelette, "A Midwinter Soldier." While in boot camp, we marched in the rain, and in the light snows of North Carolina, Fort Bragg, it was the winter of 1969 when it was all completed, and I'd head on to Alabama for my advance training.



Wolf Hunt in the Boundary Waters

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was near daylight, out of the darkness came two glary-eyes, spread apart like an owls; scared, looking every which way. Then they'd vanish. He could see-had caught a glimpse of-and now was refocusing, could see, a barn in the far-distance, between the naked trees and his shivering body, under naked branches, where he was huddled, and now over him was an emerging dim-whitish blue sky, rising; he was slightly blinded by the pure white snow that surrounded him, and night turning into day (he was in a wooded area, called the Boundary Waters, in upper Minnesota, it was the winter of 1990...)



Romancing the Shadow (Sketches From the Book, "Romances of a Midwinter Soldier")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I don't know how I met her, a lot of my girlfriends back in those far-off days, some of them anyhow, just came like that, out of nowhere, and it ended up just the same way, easy come easy go, yes indeed, nowhere is where we ended up. And many of them looked pretty darn nice, and the Shadow, she was so-so. They, the boys in the neighborhood called her the 'Shadow,' because she followed me along like a shadow, wherever I went-yeah-she was there! It was similar to that anyhow; on the other hand, my life was not looking out a window, it was raining palm trees, and a few of the girls even came knocking at my door, and she was one.



Mystery Flight Over Java (Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Of my fatherland and my friends I have little to say. Perhaps the length of years I have lived, now sixty-one, have motivated me if not obsessed me, from the one to travel the world and find its mysteries, and alienated me from the other, for few can I find to trust, befriend, without self-interest at every corner, and at my expense.



The Happy Lawyers of El Tambo, Huancayo Peru (A Poem)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] They are like happy birds, fluttering their wings, chipper, and laughing, around this Garden Cafe, table, in El Tambo (at La Mia Mamma's); bowls of soup empty, Chicha glasses full, the sun bright, low in the afternoon sky, a few dark clouds nearby.



A Cobbled Evening in Babenhausen Germany

[Arts-and-Entertainment] With his foot drawn up against the other chair, the one across on the other side of the table, he leaned back and drank down his beer. Cody next to him, Shawn off at the other end of the almost, near empty guesthouse in Babenhausen Germany.



Two Short Stories of Suspense - The Dead Pushing the Dead & C. A. Smith's Last Poem

[Arts-and-Entertainment] They were still huddled at the cemetery (several family members) when the sun had barely set, the cold face of the moon showing, it was winter in the Midwest of the United States, the year 1914: the old man, Corporal Anton's father, inside his head, he heard bugles, they rang and then ceased, the sounds of guns reverberated, then ceased, as if bouncing from one lob to the other inside his skull. He, like his son, had been in war; his was the Civil War, unlike WWI, where they had to live in trenches throughout the war: it had almost faded from his memory, now brought back by the funeral.



Fargo's Mid-Day Sun

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The mid-day sun beat down upon Shawn and me, looking over the empty fields of Fargo, in the summer of 1983. He was eleven-years old; you'd think he was fourteen, he was tall and thin, and had a bubbly personality. Whoever met him loved him, if indeed he was willing to share his personality.



Shadow of the Crater (Part III)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was a long time since the Minds of Saturn had return to Mercury, once conquering it some 950- years prior, what had they been up to? Well in a nutshell, I shall let you know, but first, let me reintroduce you to the Minds of Saturn-a hair bristled stiff demonic force in the earth's solar system, a savage growl to their stone like faces, with yellowish green eyes.



Shadow of the Crater (Part II)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] As we all know, Siren was still alive on Mercury, as was the King of the Moirommalits, Jokaneen, was Siren's mother, she had died in the vaults of hell, giving birth to Siren, and part of her dying residue was submerged into the back chambers of her mind, kept alive, and she often spoke to her mother-via, telepathy, except for the time she was being courted by the royal house, on Planet SSARG?s moon (for more information on this see "The Cadaverous Planets").



Ode to the Panama Canal (Revised)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Ode to the Panama Canal (Part One and Two) Ode to the Panama Canal ((Lift up your brows) (Part One)) Left up your heavy brows, your locks your waters from North to South; lift up your heavy locks that empty your waters into the great seas: the Atlantic and Pacific. Lift up your brows, and allow the ships of the world come and go; to cross the mighty opened winds!



Four Poems - Two Odes, a Dramatic Poem and One Elegy - Cancer, Mother, Man and War

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Ode to Cancer I sensed the cancer in her bones in her bone marrow. I know it will never cease; believe me, the pain reeks, the cancer throbs, and stalks in her bones it pulsates through her body, smothered by pain.



The Death Diary - (A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a death diary, and a short story to boot, of what took place for a man named Troy Burroughs after death. Being dead is going to take some getting used to. According to earth time this would be day three of my so called, death. I keep looking down on North America, I guess it's still home to me for the moment anyway.



Afternoon at the Garden Cafe & Beau Ti Box (Two Poems, in English and Spanish)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Afternoon at the Garden Cafe, "La Mia Mamma" I look upon the flowers in the Garden Cafe "La Mia Mamma," in Old Huancayo, Peru; in the hot calm afternoon. Words of tranquility hum (buzz) in my head..



Four Short Stories of Suspense

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are four stoiries from the Supernatural, to war, in France in 1913, to priates along the Mississippi, in the 1820s, and to Iceland's demonic sea...



A Branch From the Devil (A Murder Mystery, Along the Thames)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Katita whose Christian family name will not be mentioned here, for it would at once, draw attention, unneeded and uncalled-for attention to the family, her father had abandoned her mother at a very young age; the period of his death, which forms the initial subject of my heretofore, narrative to be. At this exact point, Katita's mother received a pension-for the most part, on behalf of her daughter, to care for her and her education, until she would turn twenty-five years of age. At the age of twelve years old, her mother died, in a like manner of her husband, drowned, and found along the hard rock and cemented shores of London's Tames River, and so we see the inheritance of Katita's father goes to her, and her guardian (whom is of little significance in this narrative, but nonetheless, I shall mention her name, Claudia Belmont, a small structured woman, of a very old age, a relative, Godmother, to the child).



The Drug Mules and the Hell Lords (Short Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Long before they did what they did, they knew man; they knew his nature better than he knew himself. Long before the old man (the victim) Mr. Santana, heard the sound of the engines to the 747 jet in Lima, Peru, in route to Miami, he knew the dangers that surrounded his journey.



"Kisses" (Madness Before Death - With Commentary Notes - A Poem in Spanish and English)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In "Kisses" Juan Perra takes us through some painful moments, his increasingly strained body, and mind, devastatingly brings us into its madness itself. The reader is drawn into his intensity, that his insanity becomes completely real and even rational, as if going to a good movie. He writes-unknowing perhaps, the tragedy of life-the pure truth, if not for some (and surely for me), the happiness and madness in life itself, without pretense, before death. He talks to life itself, as if it was his mistress.



Lost Souls, in the Canyon of Pain (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is kind of a political poem, in poetic prose, of course of the author's opinion...! Uri'el, the archangel woke me up, within a dream, said "We're going on a journey, to the see the lost souls, in the Canyon of Pain; and when we arrived I beheld a great fire, in this long canyon of sorts, that extended from sea to sea, where great rods of fire forced its way to and fro, burning with flames consuming all (all but Uri'el and me); it poured like lava:



Voyage of the Confucius Priest (Flash Historical Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a story the author discovered from his wife's great grand father, many pieces were missing, but he tried to put them into place as he uncovered the past... The Voyage. An hour after dark, when the seven young men, no older than 19-years of age (including the young Confucius, temple priest, Yang, whom was broad at the shoulders, narrow eyes, perhaps five-foot eight inches all, one-hundred and forty-pounds, short dark hair, deep dark colored eyes, flat at the stomach, and short neck, rounded chin, straight nose, his skin more bronze than fair to pale) squatting down, each carrying a light blanket, Yang with a lit lantern in addition.



The Silent Plea (City of Junin, Pacific War) Flash Fiction

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The first part of the battle was over, only ghosts, and the dead remained silent. The stretcher-bearers stopped looking for the dying, the wounded, the ones that had shown some life were all abandoned, a few officers in the far distance disputed this, but a new battle was ensuing, and the dead and dying, the unusable were considered a less priority (unable to walk, fight or shoot), thus, they were abandoned, and would get their due respect, if the battle was won. Hence, I repeat, the unusable soldiers, were left where they lay to be buried or cared for another day.



Soledad (A Tribute to an Old Lady, in Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] She said a year ago or so, when I had returned to Huancayo, the old lady, as I knew here, above me in her apartment- she said, "You've been gone long, nice to see you back." When I first met her, was when I first bought the place the apartment up high in the Andes to get far away from everybody and everything, able to shift my concentration on my writings.



Last Chance (A Story Out of Minnesota) Flash Fiction

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Davis Morton, had made friends with Tony Robbins, Tony's father was a retired actor, whom now was taking any kind of job he could, the golden days of the cinema were over for him but in his heyday, he was well known. Robbins, had found a job in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Davis was from St. Paul, Minnesota, just a few miles difference, perhaps four, a bridge that crossed the Mississippi, separated the two men, both now friends, had met in a bar, and chummed about for several months now.



Self-Diagnoses (A Buggy Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] He was endeavoring self-diagnoses, trying to figure out what he was, or had become, for the first time in his life, he had taken the time, as if he was forced to take this opportunity, this moment in time to look at himself, perhaps he was one big leg, I mean that is what he saw moving to and fro, or a limb-as to an arm on a body, that also seemed to flash here and there, before his eyes. All conjecture of course, but nonetheless, motives for his self-diagnoses, reasons or grounds to be cultivated, looked at.



Demons of the Pit

[Arts-and-Entertainment] There was small arms firing (guns and riffles) going on between the Chilean soldiers and the folks of the mountain city, San Jeronimo, in the Mantaro Valley region, in the Andes of Peru (the Pacific War, was going on). Civilian, Angel Mayta Rivera, with fierce eyes burning red, with sparks of yellow, several shooting revolvers and riffles stacked up on a wooden box by him, he shot one round after the other like a madman, like a crazy demon, like a machinegun, he was killing Chilean soldiers one after another, as if he was shooting birds out of the sky, the Chileans fell one after the other.



Condemned in the Valley

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The execution of Jose Sebastian, a Peruvian Soldier of the Pacific War, 1879, in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, was to commence immediately for disobeying an order from his commanding officer. Sergeant Sebastian stood accused by this bright-eyed, young officer; Jose being in his 40s, the young officer in his early twenties, with small thin wrists, and ankles, slumped shoulders, and slightly balled. Jose, wide-eyed, broad shoulders, thick fingers, and a dark shadow, even after he shaved upon his face.



A Stranger in Huancayo (or, the Crash) Flash Fiction

[Arts-and-Entertainment] ((A Supernatural Skeptic of an ill ridden Alien) (Flash Fiction)) The Crash - Part One. The Stranger In some worlds, on some orbs, within this vast universe animals are endowed with human like reasoning, exposed to society's nervousness, and its individual time-consuming, everyday, tiresome, behavior, that is to say, never-ending negative actions, or rounds of idiomatic psychological dependencies, obsessions, never nor ever really being satisfied, coupled with inferiority complexes, paranoia, like humans, these mysterious beings have what we might call, breaking points, or better known on earth as, breakdowns, just like you and I can have, there is therapy of course for us humans, but the question had come up on planet Toso, "Is there therapy on earth for our kind, dealing with mental illness, for there is none on Toso?"



A Perfect Day in the Countryside

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was early afternoon, they, Joseito, his eleven year old son, Lee and his wife Rosa, they arrived in a taxi, to the old dirt, and dusty road that led down a shadowy lane to Jose's mother's adobe premises: along this walk were tall adobe thick walls used for fences, and inside these walls were folks getting ready to plant for the season, and would harvest sometime in April through May, in this rural Peruvian landscape outside of the city of Huancayo, Peru. Jose like the writer and poet Lee, had quiet drinking, Lee twenty-four years ago, Jose, had about one year of sobriety, but in that short time he had turned his life around most dramatically.



Murder At Puno and Real

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Roads, Puno and Real, passes by the Plaza de Arms in the city of Huancayo, Peru, the streets go back to the days of the Inca's, now modern with smooth hard concrete, and dusty on this early Saturday morning. Surrounding this city are the Andes, high mountains, green and brown...



The Major's Secret

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Outside the bar it was dark, twilight had come and left, you could see the gibbous moon setting in from the window; it was high in the heavens. The Major leaned heavy on the bar, reflected on his war wounds from Vietnam, it was 1971, and he had been there in 1968 through 1970, now stationed at Fort Rucker, Alabama...



Push and Pull - Russia Vs the West (WWIII)

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Strange if not peculiar, everyone is on the bandwagon to punish Russia over the cliff for invading Georgia, which had cause to do so, now we find they used cluster bombs against their own kind, this is no-good news-history will report the truth after it is all said and done, it always does, and as I said before, we will be finding out more truths as time goes by, and the longer time goes by, the more guiltier Georgia is, and its trouble making president, that has brought the west to ...



Is America Guilty - In Georgia? (Putin Says So)

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I see a lot of politicians, those close to President Bush anyhow, saying how ludicrous President Putin's remarks were, that our President had something to do with Georgia having enough guts to go forward and bomb their regions, to be subservient (how else would he have such guts); and in the process, killing all those civilians, Bush is trying to overlook, and keep quiet. I don't agree with the Russian tactics, but I surely don't agree with Georgia's either, whom seem to be getting absolution for their deadly deeds. But ...



The Quick-Fire Killer (A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] There's a reason for most things, and there was a reason no one could catch the killer..., let me correct that, no body could keep the killer long enough to secure him safely in a jail. Bell Edwards Lynn, he was no Jessie James, but he killed almost as many as Jessie did. Born 1947, in Minnesota, wanted by the FBI since, 1985, and no one have ever caught him, or kept him long enough to serve over 18-months in anyone jail.



Two Poems "The Illusion" (Haiku) & "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow" (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Here today, gone tomorrow," my mother used to say, in her simple natural way-and in-between, few of us are remembered. Movie stars, I think they think they'll be remembered until kingdom comes, like presidents of nations, and generals of armies, so many alike, but they are akin to old books badly written, put on shelves, like old songs, long forgotten, not much else.



"The Cadaverous "Wind Scorpions" (Flash Eldritch Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] They had just finished a skirmish in the Afghanistan Desert, with the insurgents (a group of Taliban soldiers), it was a hit and run and suicide style tactic, for evidently they didn't have any more capabilities. But there was much firing of small arms, and perhaps twenty-five of the insurgents, to a platoon type squad, of Americans, numbering a twelve, Josh McCord, an American Soldier, Buck Sergeant, was left for dead, and the platoon hightailed it out of there as they saw reinforcements coming to the rescue the-already, outnumber insurgents.



The Porn Star (Flash Eldritch Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] He couldn't stay married so he simply stopped getting married after his forth marriage. It was most difficult to keep a romantic relationship, romantic, ongoing while living this lifestyle, he'd tell you up front, even his wives he told up front, "It's very hard, extremely complicated, if indeed, possible, matter of fact, statistics are against you, that is to say, the greater part of marriages no matter where you go around town, the state, the country, and perhaps around the world, maybe not including Bangkok, don't work, they just don't work. Sad but true."



Switched to Gravity (Chasing the Caribou, Near Barrow, Alaska) - Suspenseful Flash Ficiton

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Summer of 1996) He put his nose straight forward, straight down, less than one-hundred feet from the surface of the tundra, the Russian pilot was chasing caribou, over the wide open spaces between Barrow, Alaska, and Point Lay, alongside the Chukchi Sea, then inland two-hundred and fifty miles we went, then back to Barrow. We had just left Point Lay, now was further inland, in the interior of this isolated region, he spotted a herd of caribou, descended from five-hundred feet to one-hundred, watching the caribou herd running in a sedate circle across the brownish tundra of June.



Clotted by a Python (Flash Eldritch Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Intro :) His body was swollen, lumped, inflamed looking, bruised, and his last feelings were that he was deserted, clotted by a python, and this was going to be how he died, what people would read in the morning paper the following day. "The young man was only 23-years old, discovered at the Como Park Zoo (in the summer of 1957), he had let an eleven-foot python out of its glass and steel bar cage, in the little stone zoo building, built sometime in the 1930s. He was an intern from ...



Home Sweet Home For - South Ossetia and Abkhazia

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Well, this may not be what everyone wants to hear, but I agree with Russia, with the two breakaway sections of Georgia, whom seem to have found a home, and are quite satisfied not being a part of Georgia (South Ossetia and Abkhazia): giving them independence, like Georgia wanted, like Kosovo got. This settles for the most part, an element that could have lead, and still might lead, if America, NATO, and East Europe, do not settle down, into a mess.



Valentina (And the Violent One - A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Valentina was a young cute, petite woman of twenty-three years old, where she was from no one quite knew. But she was young and a woman of ingredients-you might say-of that present time anyway. It was said, and we all kind of guess it to be more right than wrong, she was from Peru, living in San Francisco: from poor stock, as they say.



Fireside of the Yellow Planet (Science Fiction-Flash Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] As I have mentioned before I do a lot of Flash Fiction, meaning, stories under 1000-words usually, and so here is a Science Fiction story for you today...the second one in the Yellow Planet series. Now we discover the fireside of the planet, not just the jungle side, as the previous story led us in!



The Monster Archaic ((In English and Spanish, Both Versions Revised in 8-2008)(Bullfight in Lima))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (The Bullfight) I tell you this for a truth. Well, it all started out simple and my Grandfather, well-something inside his head got triggered. It all took place in the bull-ring at Lima, 1923. My Grandpapa was born in l886, and had retired from boxing long before, unwillingly, but kind of had to. Oh, he had fought the best, Jack Johnson, Sullivan, and then, well I will tell you the story. I didn't see it happen, how could I, I wasn't born yet. It was a mystery for many years to me and many others, but I know how he was, and the Peruvian woman he said he was in love with, fine, Latin blood she had, but she didn't understand, I doubt anyone in Peru understood that warm hot summer day when Anatolia, the blue-eyed gringo went mad, nutty.



"Abernathy's Park!" (Flash Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Caroline Abernathy had not always been a country girl. But the time when she wasn't, or hadn't been, was back around 1937, and to be honest, it was only for a five-year period, between her fifteenth and twentieth birthdays, when she attended college, such a short period, folks she knew on the plantation, and down in Fayetteville, who were fifty or older, back in 1972, only remembered her being gone, and many of her old friend forget she had ever left North Carolina; because she had stayed at the plantation some twenty-two miles from the city all those other years, after she got married. She was a young woman then, attending a New York City-university, her father had gone to Colombia University, and his brother to Harvard, and her, to the city's college.



The Sweeper ((A Poem, on War in Somali)(And Commentary))

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There has been a three day battle, or war, part of an ongoing war, a period in Somali, where people have been dying like flies, and it will soon be tucked away, in the writings of time, perhaps brought to surface now and then down the road of life, but for the most part forgotten. Eighty-nine-people died, and over two hundred wounded: mostly civilians, body parts stinking up the city's streets.



Death From the Hayloft ((Part Two, To - "There Was a Lady)(Story Three, to "Voices Out of Saigon"))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part two, to "There was a Lady," a most interesting ending, and part of the book, "Voices out of Saigon." The story has been reedited, and revised slightly, about 200 words added to the description of the story.



There Was a Lady ((Story Two, to ''Voices Out of Saigon")(Revised 8-24-2008))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are actually two parts to this story "There was a Lady," part two being, "From the Hayloft," which gives the conclusion to what happens to Caroline. This new revised story has not changed in any way except discription, an additional 1300 words or so were added...



Old Josh, In - The Borrower's Laugh! (1874)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] When Old Josh got thirsty for whisky, and didn't have a cent to his name to acquire any, he managed to borrow-or better put, utter politely, with what he got used to calling 'His Borrower's Laugh,' Josh never really tried to be humorous, he just was, and when he did try, was when he wanted that whisky from someone, usually Amos, or Granny Mae, and that is when he was obvious, and not very humorous.



Old Josh, In - Cannonballs in the Fields (1862 - General Bragg)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Anguish on a plantation is often widespread and most always sharp, if not over sensitive to its workers and management alike at times. Seldom is there not an issue, or mysterious problem at hand, a taxing one often and a silly one just as often, be it someone getting sick or planting, harvesting, or making a concern over something less, and Mr. Charles Hightower and is son often faced it, like Charles' father did, face such issue right on, courageously, with a few groans at the slaves, of which at one time they had fifteen, presently five or six.



The Russian Doctrine (Part Two - Iran and Nuclear Warfare)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Is Russia preparing for war with America, the United States? Yes and no. They are preparing for something, and if it is the United Sates so be it, and if it is Israel so be it, and if it is the breakaway countries of Eastern Europe, so be it-and if NATO gets involve, who knows. They had one doctrine in 2000, and modified that in 2007, the doctrine is military of course, and all the commanders know they must be ready, as they were in Georgia, we saw how ready they really are, and they are ready, speedy and without question, and they know how to take down a weak nation.



Old Josh, In - Josh's Idea (Civil War Days, 1862)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Summer of 1862) Josh Jefferson worked on the Hightower Plantation throughout the duration of the Civil War, and beyond, so he got used to seeing Confederate soldiers either marching through the woods, the plantation fields, up and down the road, camping out along side of he roads, in the city of Ozark, in Shantytown, everywhere, for the war's duration. They often looked like bums, he thought, more or less, ragged looking, they fought for the love of the South, more than money, it was obvious, by their apparel, Josh didn't really take note of it until 1862, when the plantation lost its first crop to bad weather, and insects in over ten years.



The Wounded Dog Has Risen (America Vs Russia)

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I don't know if the US is going off on the deep end or has become insane, but it is not acting with thinking; first of all the US should not be trying to do what Georgia did or Russia did by bullying anyone or everyone, like telling Russia to get out of Georgia, when we are still in Afghanistan and Iraq, plus that is the old style of the Cold War talk. Second, putting a missile system in Poland at this very time, doesn't make sense, unless it is true what the Russians say, it is to hit them in their backyard someday down the road.



Russia, Mimicking America

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] The Game is called, "King of the Hill," as a kid I used to play it, whoever was the toughest got to stand on top of the hill. The funny part is you ended up standing alone while everyone else was looking up at you wanting to take it from you.



Old Josh, In - The Unusual Confederate Soldier (September, 1862)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] In September of 1861, Alabama knew they were going to be involved with the Civil War, on October 7, 1861; Alabama supplied 27,000-men for the Confederate cause, which were three regiments, two battalions, ten detachment companies of horses and as many foot solders, and five other regiments. The Choctaw Indian, sided with the Confederates during this time, in particular a Muskogean tribe also known as Chakchiuma, which its ancestress went back to the Mississippi Valley, and some parts of Alabama. It was in August of 1862, General Braxton Bragg, pushed the Union Soldiers out of Alabama, Private ...



The Weakening of America (America in Prophecy, a Poem)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Here is what I see on the horizon, between Russia, China, Iran Egypt, North Korea, America, the EU, Cuba, Syria, Iraq, Venezuela, the club of nations that seem to be at odds with America, to mention just a few, and a few not mentioned nations, the fate or man's destiny rides just in front of it. I do believe, living through the 1980s, God gave may a reprieve, in that it pardoned its sins because some nations bent their knees, and thus, allowed the ones that didn't along with them more life to fixes thing up. And it did for a spell, now it has becomes whose than ever.



The Coming War With Russia ((Part Two)(Isreal, Iran and Russia))

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] In 2005, I wrote a brief article called, "The Coming War with Russia," it has been read by quite a lot of readers, and picked up by many sites, perhaps I can now do a follow up. In the first article I talk mostly about Russia joining up with Iran, which looks pretty likely now, and China gearing up for the last battle, that is quite obvious, and that the United States likes the idea of remaining in Iraq because it is a buffer zone somewhat. The question might come up, should come up, what is Russia looking at, what would draw the US into a conflict?



Old Josh, In - Syphilis, Gabriela's Fate (#68)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (An Account) Throughout the years, Old Josh continued to spend a little time in Shantytown, he didn't like going to Ozark all that much, but shantytown, he had lots of friends, mostly dead now, he was in his late 80s, and in 1891, he had learned Gabriella now thirteen and her mother, near thirty was in a Nashville near the "Soldier's Syphilitic Hospital." It was a three story brick building completed four years before the war; a 140-bed facility, for soldiers with venereal disease, the surgeons were normally volunteers. She was in a special section of the hospital, a little ways away.



Old Josh, In Gabriela's Red Shawl

[Arts-and-Entertainment] In shantytown, eight - year old Gabriela lived in a one room shack, a black negress, mixed with Spanish blood, she cried a lot it seemed, folks heard her all the time anyhow, if you looked through the shanty window, you might have caught her crying on her pillow, her red shawl around her, the one she loved so dearly, the one Emma Hightower (now twenty-seven years old) had given her, the only one she had.



Russia - The United States Over Georgia

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I am not sure why President Bush has so eminently took Georgia's side, right or wrong, but it doesn't look too American to do that. We have taken 50-years to make friends with Russia, and now we throw it in the garbage can because of a president from Georgia who decided to use Muscle and bully its way into territories that were in question (dispute), with a Russian presence, and now this president expects America to come to its rescue, and get into World War Three over this little country, right or wrong.



The Coming War With Russia (Part Three - Magog)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] In parts one and two we pointed out Gog, more than Magog, how Russia was going to get involved, and we were looking at a few scriptures. In other writings I wrote about the coming dictator, and in still others, the Middle East Confederation (in particular in the book, "The Last Trumpet, and the Woodbridge Demon...")



Old Josh, In - Buckboard to Ozark, '63

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Fourteen-years old, Emma Hightower, was a long-legged child, turning into a lovely reddish hair woman, which soon she'd be. Her thick red hair shined like a rainbow cast over the cornfields, with her blue eyes, and Charles Hightower was all too aware of the thumping hearts she aroused in town, but she wasn't. However for that day in August, 1863 she was more spirited, and akin to a tomboy. Josh's two older boys, Silas and Jordon adored her in that special warm way of older brothers do with a little sister, and she often called Josh, uncle, when no white folks were around. There was a side



The Coming War With Russia (Part Four - The Strategy)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] He will conquer three countries, three kings. Some have pointed the Antichrist will subdue China, Russia, and the United States: this may or may not be true, but I don't see these countries as part of the picture, nor the ones that need to be subdued, they already have their build in self-determination to destroy themselves, among themselves.



The Coming War With Russia (Part Five - From the 80s to Now)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] I remember back in the early 80s, when I had my visions and wrote out the manuscript that would end up being the book "The Last Trumpet, and the Woodbridge Demon," what I'm about to write now, was not possible, the stage was not set, it needed more ingredients. North America in 1981-1984, at this time there was a rising and an alarming rise in juvenile crime, the decline of religion, and it seemed neither Russia or America had the force to repress such disorder.



Old Josh, In - Burning Fence (#63)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The war was almost lost, Granny Mae kept to her kitchen work, and Mr. and Mrs. Charles Hightower, went on as usual with their lives, planted and harvested the best they could, in a way, both the Smiley and Hightower plantations were glad the war was descending, coming to an end, a kind of quiet dust fell over the atmosphere, although the graveyards were being filled up with the dead, a lot of folks on



Old Josh, In - "Breathin' Hard"

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It now was spring, several months had passed since Josh had that sick bout, where Molly came over and sat with him in his shanty, he was sick, and in a way wanted to remain sick if she stayed to nurse him, but of course she didn't, she simply insured he was ok and abruptly left, because Josh was getting other ideas. And today, as other days, Josh was staring down towards the Creek, where Molly's little house was. Mater of fact, Silas was kind of getting tired of watching his father night after night looking down that way, and especially this night for some odd reason.



Mount of the Moon (The Gypsy From Czechoslovakia)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was told her at a young age, by her gypsy mother, she had the strongest looking mount of the moon near her wrist any psychic ever had, meaning in terms of a palmist hand, her abilities could be quite developed, and at an early age, she could read hands and faces, and fingers, in an instant, One dollar and five cents; that was all they had.



Iron Vampire Batesof Haiti (Science-Fiction)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] This fortress was built in the time of Napoleon, a time of stress for Haiti, built in fear his navy would try to enslave Haiti, and this fortress high on the mountain top was ideal, yet it took 20,000-slaves to build it, and something like four-years, and thousands of deaths. Some have called it the 8th Wonder of the World, but Master Gordon has called it his experiential lavatory, and has paid a good sum for privacy of the fortress, for several months. This is where I come into all this.



Jocab's Trouble (The Nearing of the Anticharist)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Let us not assume the Antichrist is not nearby, or that he is taking a Siesta, his job is to infiltrate to the point of completing his control. This is called the second half of the 70-weeks, the book of Daniel, describes in the bible (Dan. Chapter 9). This so called infiltration would not have been possible, had he not been allowed to enter Palestine. But God uses Jacob for his own purpose, which is the deliverance of Israel. Today it is not much difference.



The Peculiar Case Of Thomas Manning's Justice (Reedited/Revised 8-2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] [1980] Thomas Manning, his hands stuck in his sport jacket pockets, walked at a steady pace along the sidewalk, gawking here and there intriguingly. Nineteen years had passed since he had walked these streets, and everything looked a bit out of the ordinary for him, if not down right peculiar. This Midwestern city of some 250,000-inhabitants, when as a youth, he had ventured all around it, all about this inner city, along its cliff dwellings that paralleled the banks of the Mississippi River; this particular street he was now ...



Elephant Killer (Fever of Revenge in Chad) Reedited 8/2008

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance (Cairo to Chad): "It's all about tusks," he said to me, but what it was really about was risk taking, for a high, money, or dollars, and he was good at it. He was not quite forty yet, in good health; myself, more like fifty-two, I was not young either, and about to be married (again), and just got back from Java, and was sitting in a bar in Cairo, and he was sitting by me, and he smiled, and I smiled, and you know how that goes: where you from, where you...



The Yellow Planet (An Out of Sequence, 'Cadaverous Planet' Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The trip was nasty, packed like bananas in a cargo bin, hurtling though space like an asteroid. Siren, and her two comrades, Tangor and Rognat, were with her, and they were for once not in the Black Galaxy, rather next door to earth's solar system. Which consisted of the planet Moiromma, which her mother was born on, and Ice Cap, its moon, and Cibara was nearby and the comet Sedna as large as



The Ghost Stalkers - (Part Two To "The Hermit's Ghostly Dilemma")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I stayed there that night, in Josh O'Hara's hut, in the Minnesota wild (Hibbing), thinking perhaps I could come to some conclusion what took place, and I felt as the uncanny night went on, death stalked it, I mean the ghosts that he so readily feared stalked it, so, he had a good reason to fear, I was not believing in his story at first, I am no detective, nor need I be, but they were out there, in the darkness breeding as I was breathing, and pacing within his timber hut, such insights, come too late too often. Why they simply did not come into the hut, was beyond me, perhaps they were forbidden to desecrate, or violated with their malicious hearts, the place of the dead, code perhaps among them, because they didn't want their death beds dishonored, like to like I always say.



Red Cross Foolishness

[News-and-Society] First of all I was not going to write the article, but the Red Cross is kind of forcing it, and my wife is pushing me, Rosa. I mean, they got their say, now leave it alone, it is old business, and the Red Cross on the man's sleeve may have saved the lives of fifteen people, in what is considered a war zone. You can't get anything better than that.



Phantasmal ((or, 'The Bulbous Peril')(a Short Story))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] 'Dangerous illusions within a sphere,' they called it! It was 1997, Sulla had fragments coming into his mind, disjointed fragments, in dream and illusionary form, and so he conjectured, presupposed, he was losing his mind, he was living at the time in Roseville, Minnesota, on Larpenteur Street, in a two bedroom apartment, or at least that is what he would have told anyone had they asked him, because it is what he believed. He lived there with his mother. He had talked to a psychologist about this, and they simply told him, in time it would all pass, thus, he took a different approach, he sought within his dream world, to talk to a psychological seer, to get to his problem.



Veteran Mirage (A Short Horror Story - Revised, 8-2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Now that he's alone again-" said Muse Harding. I stopped short of responding, I really didn't want anything to do with old man Beck. My Uncle Jeffery told me that the old man was dangerous, that he may not look or act it, but he had kind of one of those-so he called, 'evil eyes,' so I figured my uncle knew something. Oddly I thought it was-for my uncle to regard someone in this fashion-but he knew Muse, and the gang I hung around with was troublesome, and they liked to bully folks about, and Old Man Beck he was the new guy on the block,



Suicide Heaven ((In English and Spanish)(Re-edited 8-2008))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Skullduggery). "Where do we all go when we commit suicide?" he asked his Christian Professor, at the Christian University, in Alabama, "is it the unpardonable sin?" he added, making it his second question. Then the old professor, pushed his papers aside laying on his desk, stood up, erect and left his desk area, looked out the window, up into the stars, or so it seemed to the Professor's student, Gene, but it was really more toward the upper part of a huge tree outside his window.



The Black Zone Horror (In Four Parts)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (September, 2007) Juan Carlos Perez left Huancayo, Peru, high up in the Andes, in the Mantaro Valley, after spending several days at a booth (stall) which his aunt had set up at the San Jeronimo festival of the Avelinos. The twenty-two year old boy caught a bus, with some forty-passengers, heading down the Andes, a seven hour night ride to Lima. He put his head phones on, found a window seat in the front...



The Tic Tac Toe Man From Dubai (Revised 8-2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I once owned a hotel with a big lounge in it, I was kind of a stickling person, or stubborn about who came in my place back in those days, and things, little things annoyed me back then, trivial matters that is, a trying period of time in my life you could say. Having said that, one day a man come in that really got my goat, he was about six-foot three inches tall, perhaps 220-pounds, with a balled head, said he was from Dubay, wherever that is.



"Walking With the Dead" (A Short Paranormal Story From Iceland) Reedited 8-2008

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (A Story out of Minnesota, and Iceland-2001). I once heard, or read, "The dead are dead, leave them be." Indeed I thought, I shall, but how dead can dead men be, I would learn soon (and they all laughed as I said that). My name is Jonathan Fable.



"The Man on the Locks" (An Account at the Panama Canal)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story you are about to read has more truth to its twists, than you may want to believe, and let me add to that, the main character, George W.G., would have said: there was a time that every American could be proud of the construction of the Panama Canal, if for anything beyond that, since America has given that away, such pride must ferment in the knowledge and information, by which the original object and purpose was attained. This story, "The Man on the Locks," is rather simple and to the point. But first for those folks that are not all that familiar with the Panama Canal, I must give you a quick overview, and quick it will be.



International Blackmailing

[Book-Reviews:Politics] We kind of knew this from the 1970s through the 1980s, or at least we talked about it back then, that international blackmailing would become a reality, if we did not put it in check at that moment, and we did not put it in check, and still we have not. It now is a reality, like the EU is now a reality, in the 70s it was loose talk, the ten-nations now are something like 26, but my point is this.



The Fiends of Yogyakarta (Revised and Reedited 7-2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a supernatural story about the demonic forces in Java...! This story takes place in Central Java.



The Account of the Dogface Demon (Revised and Reedited 7-2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story was written in January 1, 2002, revised the first time in 9-2005, and reedited 7-2008. It has been said, and documented, to my understanding, but I didn't know at the time, there is a demon called The Dog Demon, once seen in the ancient land of Mesopotamia. Well, my dear friends, (whoever may be reading this) he is well and alive here on planet earth. Matter-of-fact, I can pin down the time, and whereabouts of this beast, freak, or creature of nature (meaning he is quite different than us at this very writing). Maybe he is a creature scorned by the Universe; but I have met him, I mean, seen him.



Up in Alabama (1844, Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Enrique Tapia came up to Ozark, Alabama in 1844 from Lima, Peru; he bought himself a restaurant from old man Ritt, the Banker in town; Enrique was a medium size fellow in height, with a large belly area, clean shaven and big hands. He was a good cook but didn't look much like a cook even with his apron on. He lived above the restaurant, and took his meals in the back, while his sixteen-year old daughter, Ximena took care of the customers; his wife had died early on during Ximena's formative years.



Uncle George ((A Short Sketch For Old Folks, 1987)(A Minnesota Story))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Winter of 1987) I thought we were headed toward the River Road, along the Mississippi, in St. Paul, Minnesota, I, my mother, Aunt Anne, Uncle George was heading to the airport (a tired old man now, about five foot eight inches tall, one hundred and fifty pounds, at one time a lively sort of person, a talkative kind of fellow (a little quiet now), a sporty man and hard working, kind of played the big shot, but it was an act more than reality), and it was winter of 1987. They picked us up at my mother's apartment, on Woodbridge Street, George smoking a thin cigar as usual, waiting in his car for Anne and us to come down the two flights of stairs, and get into his 1987 Mercury, he liked Mercury's, made by Ford, bought one every three years, so he boasted and so he did, matter of fact, it was a highlight in his life to do so, and let us all in the family know.



The Legend of the Diabolical Rajah of Jaipur (1799)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the City Palace, is the chamber of the Harem, its original intention was to allow royal ladies to observe everyday life in the street below without being seen, also known as Hawa Mahal, or better known as "The Hall of the Winds." Our story takes place in Jaipur, India, in the year 1799, within these walls, they were constructed of red pink limestone, and is five stories tall, the palce has the most beautiful face in the world for a structure.



Elephants in the Sky ((A Story About Timbuktu)(Reedited and Revised 7-2008))

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In the enthralling story, "Elephants in the Sky," one will find adventure and torment, within its fictitious elements, that play on the mind. In the four poems, it captures sounds and images from the author's experiences.



Helping - Mr Keith Walendowski

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I've been hearing a lot about this man from the Midwest who shot his lawn mower with a shot gun, and now they (officials of the city and state) want to put him in jail for 6-years and $11,000 dollar fine. First of all, I am from the Midwest, Minnesota, and I realize Mr. Walendowski is a drinker, and I worked many years, licensed, as a counsel for the State and Federal systems, and you don't put someone in jail because he has a drinking problem, and has hurt no one, or has a temper, if that was the case



The Teddy Bear World (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I got thinking today, of the stuffed animals, teddy bears, I used to have as a young boy, they were well made when I was a child, so completely put together, as I remember, I had eighteen, pressed them against me, hugging them, they came one day into my imaginary world and stayed for years, some I had for years, others newly delivered by my mother on my birthdays and Christmas', all colors, China dark eyes, on my panda bear. To me, they came from a mystery world, without the pain of growing up, or even birth, and all of a sudden they were there, in the attic bedroom when I wanted to visit them.



Bones For Crutches (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Last night I had a dream, and I said to it this morning, "Where did you come from?..." In that dream there was a toilet, and a long yellowish fat snake, the nature of it went unexplained, I flushed it down, a demon was someplace chewing gum, watching the final aspect of the dream wove with arms together.



The Tale of the Jumping Serpents of Bosnia (Revised and Reedited 7/2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Along the coast of the Adriatic Sea lives what now is called the "poskok,' better known as the 'Jumping Serpent'. These creatures are some five-feet long and to my understanding can jump some three feet in the air and leap some five-feet in any direction they wish, simply by aiming at whatever, wherever. But this didn't happen by chance, this really and truly happened by necessity. And this is the tale you are about to hear, the 'why,' of it, how it came about. And to be quite honest, you will be the first to hear of it. It entails also Mr. Goose whom you have already been introduced to, slightly introduced to I should say. (Note: this story was written 2002, reedited 2006, and rewritten and reedited 7-2008)



Old Josh and Arizona Blue "Trading Horses" ((1865) (Part Three of Three To - 'The Auction'))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Night, in the Smiley and Hightower fields were settling quietly in across the spring plantations, the birds had left their trees for the night, flying back to their own nests, the clouds sunk into twilight, chimney's were pumping out smoke, the whole country side was rolling over into a sheet of night; with an intermittent and brief sound of sporadic thundering. Old Josh was at the other end of the Hightower plantation, walking the horse, and on his way back to the barn, he ...



Old Man Wishes (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] When you're old you usually have a wish or two, the big one perhaps being, to settle everything unsettled in your life, before it ends. Make peace where there is no peace; to do what one thought he or she should have done but never did: at this ripe old age, the age of the last wish, the age of reclining, the meltdown age of old age creeping up the spine, at this ripe old age, one's wishes, can be punishing, frightening, all for no reason whatever, because s/he deserted those dreams and wishes long ago, for a less troubled life, I suppose.



Cleaver Snakes (From the Book - "The Jumping Snakes of Bosina")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The old man, as he was called, Mr. Goose, being his proper name, had noticed the snakes had a higher quality of skills during the last twelve months, prior to his end date for his quest to be completed; skills in escape procedures, and although you are aware of all this I shall entertain you with one example, story or call it a sketch, one indeed, and one most flustering for him during that last trying year, so you good reader will be aware of the situation at hand, the problem he was facing, for this of course is but one example, and there are 365-days to a year, and the old man faced many similar to this one, the closer he got to the completion of his final fifth year, the day of-what he called, the snake eater called, his day of triumph, conquest, or perhaps wrecking.



Old Josh, In - "The Auction" ((1865) (Part One of Three))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "There ain't a hoss I ever did see that I git a liken for cuz they ain't worth it, youall got to feed them, and water them, and bed them, and they cant do a thing fer themselves," said Old Josh, adding, "they ain't worth a dollar for anyone of them, that ther saddle over yonder over that there fence pole is worth more than the hosses. Yessum those hosses cause yaw nothin' but trouble. And ef'in I had my choice, I'd kill them all fer horse meat, and feed them to the hogs-Yessum they ain't worth a cent now that I think of it."



Indifference Under the Sun (Torregaveta, West of Naples, Southern Italy)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I read today of the two girls in Italy on the beach who drowned, and the bystanders, or beach folk, whatever you call them, were quite indifferent on the matter, simply looked at the dead bodies, and went back to their sunbathing, sipping soft drinks, and so forth and on. The question I ask myself is this, "Why I am not surprised?"



Seven Poskoks and the Old Man (from the Book "The of the Jumping Snakes of Bosina")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The wild man, Mr. Goose, was an undomesticated kind of, someone, quick as a rabbit, and deadlier than a rattlesnake, and quiet as a dove; and I know you folks reading this, are somewhat aware of this, but I felt it needed repeating for this sketch where the old man, sees his seven prey, for as swift and keen as he be, he was no a magical worker, he had to work hard at what he did, and what you are reading is what he did, and therefore we must give him some credit, if not recognition for his efforts, I mean, he is, or was not the most likable someone, anyone had ever met. Hmph," he grunted looking at seven snakes, poskoks, -- in the thick of the woods, "I'll eat you all, eat you like an axe grinder, like a feed chopper, if I can get to you"! He murmured.



Zam, in - Kingdom of the Congo (and the Pygmies, 1809)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the Congo, the Congo King welcomed the Europeans, especially the Portuguese traders, and many slaves were taken from this area, war criminals, debtors, captives, and so forth, sold by none other than Congo clan chiefs, and the Congo King, in particular, whom where then transformed to America, on Portuguese ships often; this of course dwindled the size of the population of the Congo down, and one of larger traders of Congo slaves were the Muslims. Zam, was six years old at this time.



Zam, in - White Gorillas ((1811-1813)(From the Old Josh Series))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] There was no worry, or confusing thoughts of the future, for Zam, and his mother, the black boy was eight years old, it was 1811, the future wasn't even on his mind, only the occasional recollections his mother told him to remember, his mother Zamia-to remember because of his environment, the tropical forest of the Congo was his home, a most alluring picture of beauty at nature's best, but also nature's beasts for his father was killed by one of the great apes, during his infancy. Hence, the equatorial sun beat through the tense jungle, the leafy sea of green overhead, this canopy of leafage devoured much of the sun.



Zam, of the African Congo (Indecision?)(1810)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] 1810 Zam and his mother sat in their hut in the village, he sat on a stump of a tree he used for a chair, a bit uncomfortable, but his mother wanted to give him instructions, he was now seven years old, and he needed to know a few things about the jungle, in particular, the lion, the hungry beast of the jungle, the merciless savage, the unleashed beast that was untameable. As she readied herself, laying on a cover made out of wood, crossed legged, to tell her son.



Ask the Animals

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Someone, somehow, somewhere, along life's long line, long before I was born anyhow, I do believe most hardily believe, invented a thing called marriage after s/he figured out, man cannot live with another person, female person, without getting bored, or she could not live with a male without getting frustrated, and without losing the once obsessed desire to have the lover, and so someone, somewhere, somehow, created a symbol, for the person or persons involved, man and woman, for if it wasn't created, love would be abolish, like one does, human begins do, to everything else, unable to disinfect the heart, this person long ago, created this malady, so it would not cause us superior humans (so we think we are) to kill at will, lesser able men, so I repeat-marriage was invented, lest someone, somewhere, somehow destroy the whole thing, for everybody, everywhere. Thus, this person also invented the pipe, to smoke, to calm himself down, and she invented opinions to deliberate on, to keep herself guessing, and foulness they both created to keep life interesting, and jealousy somehow was manufactured, to pretend one really cares, but unfortunately, people took this word seriously, and created chaos out of it, it was a joke in the beginning.



The Last Account - Rape Fest ((Zam, 1813)(In Old Josh))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: The reason I write this somewhat long advance before I get into the story of Josh, and the Rape Fest on the slave ship, the Monk, is because so many folks think the slave trade belongs to America, the United States alone, when South America was much into it also. And beyond, and the beyond part is what I want to bring out here before young Josh comes to light in this special chapter of "Old Josh."



Old Josh, In - A Delicate Wind (1902)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The summer became fall, and the fall itself advanced to a pre frosty winter, a chill in the air, Josh had less and less light to escape from his shanty, and from the fields, to the fishing down at he creek, Goose Creek. Soon it became darker before it got later, when he finished his chores on the plantation, he got ready to go down to the creek, in the dark actually, left the barn, grabbed his fishing pole, and took those big feet of his and nonetheless, dark or not, headed across the fields to the creek, looking back he saw the misty appearance of the barn, his shanty, the mansion, the Hightower Mansion. Molly Benton had her light on in her little house by the creek, usually when he got down there late, especially in December, it was tangible to think the false darkens was late at night, when in essence it was only 6:00 PM.



Old Josh and the Monk (1870)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Josh Jefferson, was about twenty-seven years old when Silas, his oldest child was born, and old doc, Doctor Benjamin Lee Ssumsky (who came from Australia in the year 1795 to San Francisco, and then found himself a wife, by the name of Estelle, visiting San Francisco, who lived in Dothan, Alabama, married her, and having enough doctors in Dothan, and not enough in Ozark, they both found themselves down in Ozark because he married that gal from Alabama, and Ozark needed a doctor, and Dothan didn't and so here he and she was, and in time he would also, deliver Jordon, 1830, and Josh's wife, wife Sweep Pea gave quick deliveries he told Josh. Doctor Ssumsky was a friend of Charles Hightower so Josh got a white doctor to take delivery of his children, and perhaps it was for the better she had those children when she did, because old doc Benjamin died in 1832.



Writing As an Art (Devotion)

[Writing-and-Speaking:Writing] How should a writer write? Or in my case, perhaps how should a poet write? He should write as if he will have a coronary occlusion tomorrow, or he is doing his art wrong. He has a responsibility to his art, and it demands compete pitiless love and devotion, as if he was a soldier and it is life or death.



The Poet and the Pilot (A Poem on Writing Poetry)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (A Poem Written During WWI.) "How do you write Poetry? And why is it so important...?"



Autumn Quiet (The Death of Old Josh)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "You is getting' old pa," said Silas, "me and Jordon we can take more work, you is over a hundred...!" "I done kept up this place 90-years alone; I can still do it, I sees you kids still cant keep up with your ole pa!"



Last Day in Ozark, Alabama (Short Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] A day in Ozark, it would be the last day Joshua Jefferson would ever spend sin Ozark, Alabama; it was in November 24, of 1889. He was all of 86-years old, and in the 76-years he lived near Ozark, he had only been in the city a half dozen times, and to him that was enough, but his previous times, the times before this time, which would be the last time, was some forty-years ago, take or give five this or that way.



Across the Moon (Old Joshua)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Charles Hightower died in the fall of 1869, eighty-years old, leaving Joshua Jefferson $3000-dollars, and four acres of land, starting from where his shanty was; Dylan Hightower, his son now 24-years old, the same age Charles was when he met Joshua, was in charge, his daughter Emma 19-years old, his wife, Aurea, being forty-eight years old, they would continue to live in the Plantation House, but the days of heavy planting, and big crops were over. Emily Hightower, Charles' mother, born 1755, died 1790, died young, at the age of 35-years old, it was her dream to see the plantation strong and in its glory, Charles brought it to that stage, and he always felt proud, for his mother's sake to have done it.



Should Israel Hit Iran?

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Should Israel bomb the nuclear sites in Iran? First of all let me say, it is easy to say something on behalf of someone else, when you are safe at home. But let me change the options, and perspective, and then come back to the question in the first line of this article.



In a Dead Voice ((Vietnam, 1971)('Voices Out of Saigon'))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: Even to Sergeant Morgan Carter, he knew there were two sides to every man, even to him. One he could lay his life down for a county that did not appreciate his duty assignments, in a War that was not popular, as in his, that being, Vietnam, where he served five tours, or five years, even got two Bronze Stars for Valor, almost a Medal of Honor, for saving a man's life, in the middle of rocket fire, whereas most men are dead, when they receive such a gifts from the Army, or are even considered for such a award.



Howard Stern - Yes, Him Again!

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Every so often I get an email, on Howard Stern, why I don't care for his kind of entertainment. I get actually both kinds of emails, negative and positive. Negative saying, I should like him, and how great he is, and I should not write about him negatively, which I have not for years, and positive folks saying: your right he is a bad news, bad entertainment, a bad example for our society, especially our kids.



Full of Beans at Wallace Creek ((Adolescence) (1965, Chapter Fifteen, Summer of 1965))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: In the spring of 1965, Wallace Creek was full of mud and cold cool fresh water, from the meltdown of a cold winter, when summer came the creek was flowing almost like the river it connected to, it was high; the sun likened to a fire from a winter's, plantation's hearth, which made for a great summer getaway down by the creek. Bees were buzzing, birds chirping, and dogs barking, and there was a warm wind that whirled its way into, through and around the slim branches of the trees, loosening the leaves attached to those slender branches, and they wiggled free, and fell drunkenly onto the ground; Cassandra was eleven years old looked thirteen if not older and developing; Langdon, was all of fourteen, and as handsome as any movie star in Hollywood.



The Peculiar Case of Judson Small (A Short Story, WWI)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] One morning, Lilly Ann Small, moved her chair up to the living room window for a long peaceful morning, gloating , not at the empty yard, since her husband had died in WWI, a year or so ago, it was now 1919, but on her new suitor, James Jason, who worked at the Huntsville, courthouse, he was an old boyfriend, one that didn't make the grade she had felt, one that was now contriving to ease her grieving pain by asking her to marry him. She watched the chickens in the coop over by the large oak tree, and beyond that the orchard her and Judson were going to cultivate through the many years of marriage they had planned together, clutching the windowsill in front of her, she saw a man walking up the lane, she rushed to lock the door, out of some unknown panic, he didn't look like James Jason, and she was several miles out of town, on her little farm of twenty acres. And strangers usually did not come so boldly up the lane at 9:00 AM in the morning.



The Wench is Deceased (WWI)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Earnest Stanley, call this war, his war, WWI, the wench, or strumpet, or wild girl, it was all the same to him, it was on a Bridal horizon you might say, the war took him away from his wife, new wife, a wench grabbed him, and he had to yield to her call to active duty in the United States Military, the Army, this youthful blue-eyed and handsome man had just married, and off to war, to WWI, for it had just started for America, once in Europe, he was among the many foreigners mixed together like goulash, it was 1917, only one year would he remain there, not even that, perhaps eight-months, but he had marred Ella in 1916, and she would wait, and it was hard for him to keep his mind on a war, when he had a new wife, a plantation, well kind of a plantation, he had put money down on it, it was rocky, it had to be cleared, it was not what it could be, would be, if he could take care of it, all the things a young man dreamed of, and her comes a war, he never wanted to fight another mans battles, but I guess some did, and he was part of the pack that elected that someone to office, so he could get drafted into the Army. It was a traumatic experience for him to see the dead, the maimed, to know about the Missing POW's, the trenches filled with Germans shooting at him nine-hundred feet away; colonials, privates, the French, and the British among him, among the Americans, God's human masses colliding together, collectively trying to eliminate an enemy, sometimes at lightening speed. Cigarettes lit one after the other, as men stood waiting for the next onslaught, trying to understand this war of mud and trenches, and death and diseases, while remaining in a repugnant stalemate.



Is the Democratic Ticket Sweating?

[News-and-Society:Politics] CNN and the rest of the so called group gathering folks on data keep trying to figure out who will take the presidency, in November, said a month ago, most all of Clinton's party will go over to Obama, how wrong they were, I could have told you that long ago, week by week Obama is losing his following not only in that area but several other. Now they say, they will slip over after they go through the grieving period, then the depression, and then the acceptance. They are talking like a licensed counsellor...



First Death (Sketch, Part of "The Last Plantaion, Series)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] First Death ((for Langdon, Abernathy) (1956-1972)) Occasionally, Jerome La Rue, from Fayetteville, North Carolina, had his friend from Elementary school over to his house, that being, Langdon Abernethy, to study for the next day's tests, or if it was a weekend, for Monday's tests. Jerome had a brother, Henry La Rue, two years older than he and Jerome being of the same age as Langdon. Jerome's father and mother (mother's name being Loretta) were split up, not divorced, just ...



The General's Star (Part II, WWI, a Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The General watched from his guarded post, the battalion, was to charge over the top of the trenches, day two in his war with the Germans, after three years watching nothing happen, and wanting his second star, the general was desperate. He had put in Corporal Abernathy for the Distinguish Service Medal, and there was much talk about it, everyone now wanting a medal to bring home, and he General wanting the second star, and everyone's blood was like hot vinegar, hoping to empress him the general, and so he ordered another attack, he was reinforced with a new company, a new 172-troops, soldiers, untested under fire, and these new troops knew, the General lost 125- soldiers a day ago, the day before, and they had just arrived, to be told there was a second suicide mission, and they heard about what happened to the to that 125-soldiers, and they didn't like what they heard, and they were causing trouble with the other three companies, over 600-soldiers.



126-Men Over the Trench ((WWI, 1917-1918)(A Short Story))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The three sergeants stood side by side in the trench, in the dim shade of the privates, the Ammo Humpers, a few corporals, that rushed artillery rounds across a field to the nearby trenches, two privates to a bomb, they also used donkey's when possible, they were part of a forty-four man platoon. The First Sergeant was a tall ugly heavy man, a Briton. And then there was the second sergeant, he was the Staff Sergeant of the Ammo Humpers platoon.



Mayhem in the Countryside (1893, North Carolina - A Short Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] The First house, the very first house, that really didn't look like a house, ever to sit on the Abernathy plantation property, was a shack with two rooms, and one room had a stove you fed with wood, that was back in 1853, when Elmer Abernathy was born, built by Aston Cole Abernathy (born 1771, died 1855), he built that shack in 1803, he would be Langdon's Great, Great Grandfather. Thereafter, Elmer, married a woman twice his age, and had a child by her, she named the child Alex, born in 1879, then she ran off, a drunk with a drunk, and he, Elmer, the Great Grandfather to Langdon Abernathy, got his divorce, and he married a good woman named Elsie, gave her, her new name, Abernathy, and in 1882, she gave him a son they named Justin C. Abernathy, the 'C' for Cole, Langdon's Grandfather the one who fought in WWI, the Corporal, he died in 1947.



Josh's Christmas Fable (1962)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Lawd save us," Old Josh shouted, "here comes a bad wish, and everyone fell onto their backs and stomachs and everyone fell onto their knees, I swear they did, even onto one another, as the storm went through and picked them up, tossed them about, like cotton candy, they done rolled down hills, rolled up hills, tumbled like frogs off a lily pad into the water, picked them up like tornados do and done threw them every which place, that there wind did that, I swear it did... and all cus someone had a bad wish," Old Josh told Langdon and Cassandra on Christmas Day, in 1962. "Come on now Josh, tell us more, I hope its as good as the story you told us last year, around Christmas time, when I came up to visit cousin Langdon, with my ma and pa," said eight year old Cassandra.



The Courtyard ((A Poem)(and Commentary On - "Specific Poetry"))

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Some poetry is specific in that it is carved out of, or into the roots of ones beliefs, culture, and means what it means within perhaps its own language and genre (being religious our having a philosophic view), or whatever: it becomes different once you change the dynamics, thus, the characteristics or descriptions change. In essence, the language in which the poet writes can be specific as can be his meanings in his poetry, and hard for the reader to understand because of his specific beliefs, culture, and therefore he perhaps writes for a specific group also.



The Magic Toboggan Ride (For Kids Seven to Ten, Or Us Old Folks)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Langdon Abernathy was asleep in his cozy room, on his father's plantation, "The Abernathy Plantation" in North Carolina, twenty-one miles outside of Fayetteville, his cousin Cassandra Hightower, from New Orleans was up visiting, it was Christmas season. Langdon was three years older than Cassandra and Langdon was now ten-years old, making Cassandra all of seven. It was 1961 ...



Retreat - At Pikes Creek (A Short Story Out of Minnesota and Wisconsin)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (July, '69) Staff Sergeant Morgan Carter, was home on leave in St. Paul, Minnesota, with his girlfriend Delia Parker, rode up to the great lakes, to the one called Superior, to Pikes Creek, he stayed in an inn there just outside of Bayfield, Wisconsin, nor far from the Minnesota boarder, walked along its narrow stream, and its light brown sandy edges, within its confines of the woods, next to the inn. It was more of a getaway from the city, and a thirty-day leave before he went back to finish his forth tour of duty in Vietnam, the war was raging on, there.



Blood-Glut (A Two Part Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] December, 1967 Who could kill such a beast as the huge great gray wolf of Wallace Fields, the same fields that were haunted by the ghosts, the dead who walked aimlessly, until Death won its victory back, and took them from their helm, but someone was left behind, someone with an ugly spirit, that was when the wolves came back, as if the demonic world got vengeance over Death for wiping clean the fields, the plantation fields outside of Fayetteville, North Carolina, it was the Winter of 1967 and it...



The Demonic Gray Wolf of Wallace Fields

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Mr. and Mrs. Stanley hired Detective Hans Gunderson, a friend of Douglas Sexton, of Fayetteville, to uncover this mystery death of Cindy Codden, who had slept on their porch and was mulled by a pack of wolfs, or so it seemed, perhaps one great wolf could have done her in. Mrs. Stanley, couldn't figure why the dogs or the horses, or any of the animals didn't make noise that night when the wolf came and mauled Cindy to death, last summer, to her understanding the wolves had been long gone, so long she couldn't remember.



To Die in Silence (Part Two, to "Cradled With the Devil")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Most men lead, and live their lives behind walls of misunderstandings, ones they have built for themselves, perhaps it's a man thing; whatever, most men die, alone, in silence, behind those walls, in pretence they never had built such walls in the first place. In a like manner, Frank and Wally never did do anything useful, beautiful; it was all impersonal, cold or unfriendly, for the most part, I suppose you could say and never did understand life, wound in pretence.



Cradled With the Devil (A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (The New Life) Burgendy Washington was released from the mental hospital after three plus years in it care by the courts, it was 1966 now, she had never spent the $2000, dollars Abby Wallace had left her to use as need be while incarcerated, and thus, took it on the day she walked of the hospital grounds. Her $190,000-dollars she had by reselling the Wallace House with its four acres was completely gone, between the hospital and the lawyer, they had picked her dray, you might almost think it was premeditated.



"Sure" (April 16, 1998) (Story Nineteen) Part Two To - "Walking Men"

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Sometimes we make history by who we know, and hang around with, not by who we area, and Nanh Khoa, was determined to do so. He fled to Thailand from Saigon, it was 1989, and he stayed there until the opening months of 1990. He found where Pol Pot was living, living since 1984, on a plantation villa, near Twat, under the protection of guards, and the unit 838. We all have a hero, and Pol Pot was Nanh's new hero, even though he killed 26% of the population in Cambodia, between the years of 1976 and '79. And history would record, and did record him to be amongst the top elite of evil men that have thus far walked the earth since man was first seen upon it.



The Pack (Chapter Ten - "The Last Plantation")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Abby Wallace would take two days to make the trip from Ozark, Alabama, drive down to New Orleans, and onto Fayetteville, to see her brother's grave. She slept the night in New Orleans, at Betty Hightower's home, a friend, and Thursday morning headed onto the plantation house, the Wallace Plantation.



Sailing Away (A Poem on the Life of a Poet)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There is a fullness to this poem, it gives an impression of increasing supply and weight, within life, a poem all one can say about a subject, and this is one of a few...very poignant, intense and convincing. A poet who writes perhaps knows too much. A scholar and philosopher, and perhaps a crook!



Keys to the Jeep & a Scorned Mother ((Story Sixteen) ( "Voices Out of Saigon"))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Corporal Gill, give me your jeep keys, I need to get to the back area, where the Ammo dump is, Alpha dump is, and fast!" said Staff Sergeant Morgan Carter; then added, so there would be no resistance, "that is a direct order Corporal, from a Staff Sergeant!" (Knowing he out ranked him.)



Walking Men ((February, 1989) (Story Eighteen to "Voices Out of Saigon))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Danh, the elder of the boys (born 1964), was named by his father, and it meant fame, and An, was named by his mother (Vang), and it meant peace, perhaps they knew something, before hand, a premonition, because their personalities seemed to shape, or mold that way; Vang, although shrewd as she was not half as shrewd and mean as her husband, Nguyen Khoa. The boys were dropped off in 1979, at their Aunt Ly's home, in Saigon, ten years have now passed, and ...



Poor Folk Along the Levee ((Spring of 1988) (Story No 17 "Voices Out of Saigon"))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Everyone has some skeletons in their closets and so did Sergeant Morgan Carter II. He and his mother lived in a hole of an area of St. Paul, Minnesota, on the levee, along the Mississippi River, they tore it down in 1960, that was when he went into the Army, he was seventeen years old then. The judge gave him a choice, the Army or Jail: with no exceptions in-between. It was the way the Army got many of its recruits back then.



Amos and the Mutt (Story Fourteen - Fall of 1986 - "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Amos now has walked up to the hillside, over looking the two plantations, Abernathy's old place, and Mrs. Stanley's place, where he worked all his life, for her, and for her parents, and then Mr. Stanley came along, and married into the family, inherited the plantation. Sitting on the roots of an old tree, Amos talks to his long time friend, the Mutt, the dog Mrs. Stanley calls Tabasco the II...



Cassandra's Delicatessen (Story Thirteen To - "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Cassandra Hightower walked right through the hallway to Dr. Whitman's room, stopping in front of his door. The secretary said, just inside the door, "He's in conference now, Cassandra, I'll tell him you wish to talk to him when he is finished."



Mirrors of Canal Ben (Story Twelve, To - "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: Yoon Tran, who worked at the Sanitary plant in Saigon, friend to Zuxin's first husband, lives near the Chinese Pagoda, on Dai 40 street, off the main street known as Hong Bang. He has lived his whole life in Saigon, with his mother Kaojia Tran, aging mother, now seventy-two years old, and remains unmarried.



No Tears For the Damned (Part Ten, to "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Zuxin and Ming are now alone in the house, and have a plan; it must be implemented in one day and evening. They've already sold Zuxin's house; the property has been sold to Mr. Jong, a week ago for $5000-dollars, and will become a boutique, the money being distributed, between the two girls. It will take place tomorrow, the 2nd of January, 1979, the second day of the New Year; people will be traveling back and forth across the boarder between Vietnam and Cambodia, soldiers as well as citizens of each country will be tired, excess work means less double checking identifications, for all the celebrations are over.



Iron Skirts-for Phnom Penh (Story No: 11, To: "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Last Story to "Voices out of Saigon" Mr. Morgan Carter, otherwise known as Staff Sergeant Carter, and still with the nick name was called Serge, was of Irish decent, and lived along the Levee, in St. Paul, Minnesota, until they tore it down in 1960, and then he and his family moved towards what the city called, the North End, and he joined the Army. Thus, he was now retired, it is May of 1980, and he's been retired for only a few months now, and has taken a vacation in Phnom Penh, Cambodia of all places. He has seen most of the sights, in particular, the Grand Stupa in Phnom Penh, which he thought was impressive. And now he is walking along the banks of the Mekong River that runs along side the city.



Nguyen's Repayment ((It's All Too Late) (Story Nine to "Voices Out of Saigon"))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It is the summer of 1978, and the two children of Nguyen, are ten and eleven years old now. Vang has been dead for a few years, and Zuxin who worked with Vang in Cam Ranh Bay during the war years is Nguyen's new wife. During the past couple of years Ming has visited them during the summers. Cam Ranh Bay is being used as a Market Place now, in particular the Air Base there.



The Confussion (Part Eight, To - "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Oh, he was for sure, a man of secrets, though they didn't come to surface." "If he were standing here, would you tell it to him," Detective Douglas Sexton asked Linda Macaulay.



The Letter (Part Three, To - "Dr Whitman")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Two days after the deaths of Cassandra and Jason Hightower a letter was sent to them from Saigon, from the Mayor's office, it had an official stamp on it, and addressed to Mr. Jason Hightower, or Linda Macaulay; Jason had it arranged that way in case he needed her to read or pick up his mail at the post office, if they were not in town. The police officer had it in his hands when he questioned her on, and about the day both parties took their lives.



Early Morning Hounds (Story Four, to "Voices Out of Saigon")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] She was in a dream, sleeping on the floor of that big mansion, "Let's go Betty, let's try it, jump...!" Caroline said. "Fine," Betty said out loud, still in a state on incongruous oblivion, her hand held out to grab Caroline's, as if ready to jump. It was the first time, she had spent time, real quality time with her sister since they were kids, now Caroline was married, had her boy, Langdon, and Betty likewise.



Political Dementia in Peru (President Garcia's Kingdom)

[News-and-Society:International] Recently, Peru had a fiesta for the world at large, shut down Lima, gave everybody a holiday without pay, and lavished the rest of the world with gifts, telling them how great Peru is, even though there is a robber on ever street corner ready to kill for a few bucks. Every woman, every household, and perhaps everybody, in Peru have been robbed once or twice and it is rising with Garcia in power, the day he was ordained King of Peru; the police are worse than the robbers, they wait by churches and rob the security people who are...



Voices Out of Saigon

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Langdon Abernathy came into our company in August of 1969. Where from, I heard it was Fayetteville, North Carolina, so he said, I couldn't swear on it, wouldn't swear to it, or bet on it. But he was young then a man of nineteen, or at least nineteen-years old when I met him, because I remember him



Why So Many Robbers in Peru?

[News-and-Society:Crime] I've been coming to Peru for nine years, lived her the past three, and the question comes up now and then, "Why are there so many robberies in Peru?" Especially in Lima; people (outside of Peru) think it is because of the poor ole souls here without work, it is far from the truth. Let me explain. For the most part the economy is doing well, the poor and old the ones no one helps, especially President Garcia, are not the robbers, what little they have; they are the ones being robbed.



Two Bar Poems & Two God Complain Poems

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Oh, down at the bar the boys are playing, singing around the bar, on stools, chairs by tables they sit here and there did you hear what I whispered? I merely whispered here and there the boys sit, like pinned dogs in a cage locked as dead as dead is possible to exist and exist there still.



Do We Dare With-Obama?

[Book-Reviews:Politics] Obama, do we dare make him president? if so, then what? A look at how I think things would go. Just an opinion, no more, don't panic.



Candlesticks in a Den (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Lord said, "I will kill her children with death, and her also..." and someone said, "But he is God, he does not do such things!"



Alabama Intruder (A Short, One Act, Three Scene Play)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] It should be noted, the dialogue for the black girl is according to the southern dialect of the 1970s, of that time, or period and place. It is not to say, the play's dialogue cannot be smoothed out, it can if the character needs to do this, but it seems to me it will go better with the setting left alone, as well as the date, which can be moved up or back, but again, it is fitting...I do believe, not necessary though, thus, I leave this up to the discretion and discussion of the theater, and its actors, and their abilities in this area.



Sharon Stone and the Big Boys From China

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Movies-TV] I liked Sharon Stone when she didn't apologize for her so called unspoken remarks, now a mistake she says, by telling the Chinese they got what they deserved from God, for trying to hurt the Dalai Lama, you see she was perhaps mostly right, God does throw stones in our pathway to get our attention. The reason China doesn't understand this, is because China is not an advocate of or for God's opinion, they really do not care one way or the other about God, they just want.



The Wild Huckleberry Boy (A Short Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I called my friend, Michael Rosert, Huckleberry, or Huckleberry Mike; perhaps the reason being, he was wild, like the Huckleberry plant, he grew wild in the conservative City of the Midwest, a native St. Paul boy. The Huckleberry is a fruit of Idaho, but the wild Huckleberry grows in the woods kind of a false berry. I might have chosen to say I was like Mike, but I think as I look back, he being a year or two younger than I, I followed him usually, not the other way around, and probably I was more influenced by him, then he, I.



The King Thing

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] If you take out all light, you get pure darkens, if you take out all darkness you get pure light, if you take out all the warmth from the universe, from earth, from a human being, you get pure cold, if you take out all the cold, you get pure heat...



Christmas in Luxembourg, 1975 (Ville De Remich)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] From Germany, I headed west, to Luxembourg, crossed the boards with little to no difficulties. I went by car, a 1967-VW, dull green in color, it was not the best running of cars but it seemed it could make at two-hundred and fifty miles, so I decided to take a quick trip. The road was dotted with quant, rural hamlets that most people associate with fairy tales. It was midwinter, and winter in Luxembourg, is not



An Afternoon in Gibraltar (A Short and Quick Romance)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "All right. Yes. Now will you let me tell you what I want to do?" I told the young lady. Now that I look back I don't even recall her name. She was sitting on the bus; we had combed the Costa del Sol that is along the coast of Spain that connects to the Mediterranean Sea. There were twenty-seven of us on the bus. She sat by me during two days of the trip, we talked, she was pretty...



A Day in Tanager (Postcards to Myself)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] This may sound funny, and I've done it more than one, and I bet a few of the readers here, have done this likewise: send post cards to yourself, so you get the stamp, and logo of the location you are at! Here are four post cards sent from Tanager to myself in Minnesota, the fall of 1997.



A Friend, From Lilli Ann, to China Town (A Short Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] From the very first moment we'd meet, Dan would give off a sudden and odd sense of a person understanding my undertaking in life. But it came at the oddest time, under odd circumstances. I was living in San Francisco, back in 1968, and Dan just started working at Lilli Ann, where I was working, I had been there for four months, Lilli Ann was dress designing company. We kind of bumped into one another, and he was looking for a place to live, he and his spunky brother, half brother, a few years younger than us two, at present they were being kicked out because of their rent being raised, and unaffordable for them.



Lilli Ann, Meeting Adolph Schuman (1968, A Short Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I had worked for Lilli Ann, for about eleven months, and met Adolph Schuman, back in 1968, and a few months in 1969, a half dozen times, although I didn't care to run into him, it was uncouthly each time, but impossible not to, Mr. Schuman, Adolph Schuman, was the owner of Lilli Ann, his wife being Lilli Ann. ('While he operated the Lilli Ann Corporation, Adolph Schuman also held a number of political and governmental offices. At various times, he served as finance chairman for the presidential election campaigns of John, Robert, and Ted Kennedy; Director of the Commission for National Trade Policy; Chair of California World Trade Authorities; and on the Council for the Department of Commerce. He passed away in 1985.')



The Soft Leaves of Autumn ((Niagara in October, 1999)(a Short Sketch))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Back in the '90s, I traveled a lot by myself, it made life easier, no contemplation on what side of the clouds I needed to stand on to please the woman or whomever I may have been with. I mean I had many travel companions in my life, nothing intended bad to say about them, but there have only been two folks I can travel with without friction, and no need to mention them here, they're not in this story, although at the end I may.



In The Heart Of The Whale (An Attempt to Rob a Mother Of Her Newly Born, 1947)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Based on a True Story - St. Paul, Minnesota is a city along the banks of the rich river called the Mississippi, the river originates, lays sleeping almost in upper Minnesota, and runs the length of the country, downward to St. Louis, and onto New Orleans, and into the Gulf of Mexico. This is where I was born, in the heartland of the Midwest, you could say.



Love, From Vietnam To Sunset Boulevard (a Short Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] In Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam, had it not been a war going on in 1971 there, you would have thought, the beautiful bay, with its white sands were just the place for a vacation. Behind a wired fence (in Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam) was a village, near the white sands of the South China Sea, here young and pretty girls stood and waited for GI's, they stood behind this fence until a GI (soldier) came up to take them out from behind it-a date.



The Oven (A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Who can remember when you are four or five the many things that made you who you are today, it is difficult, by the time you're ten, you got layers and layers of sketches to write about, or at least I do. But you can remember a few fearful items, I sure, and as years go by, put the pieces together if one wished to get the full story out of the experience. And that is how this story came to being.



Big Horse With A Wire (Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I almost feel embarrassed telling this story, but I feel I must, sad as it might be. I was fourteen-years old when it happened, with two of my friends, Jerry and Donald. We had been to the State Fair, which was going on, it was August, and underneath a fence at the end of the fair grounds, was the University of Minnesota Veterinarian Farms, where they took care of sick horses, and cows, and so forth and on.



The Hearth In Amsterdam (1974, A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Two police men were riding down the cobblestone street on horses, alongside a building I stood, watching several folks standing inside a building, sipping on different kinds of wine, and I and my two twins, Cody and Shawn, just looked, one of them asked, "Dad, what they doing?" "Tasting wine I guess."



Mosquitoes In Sydney (A Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Mosquitoes bite, such the blood out of you, but really do not harm you, until you get malaria, then watch out! Supremely casual she lit a cigarette, put it in her mouth, talking around it, the music inside the bar is real loud, you can hardly hear yourself talking. "What is it you're thinking?



Morning In San Francisco ((Diary Notes)(Summer Of 1968))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (August, summer of 1968) If you've been in San Francisco, you know then, how it is early in the morning with the tramps and young hippie beggars just waking up from the streets, those resting against the walls of buildings, coming out of the Mission building down the road a spell, before even the milkman delivers his milk; some of the bars opening up, and all night nasty movies still playing around the clock, three movies in a row for a buck, can't beat the price. In the dumpy hotel I was in, on the ...



Light In Seattle (A Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I think she wanted revenge, an eye for an eye, for some undisrupted pain her husband inflicted on her, or perhaps it goes deeper into her childhood, I'll never know, but whatever I said meant very little, on and during our trip from Minnesota to Miles City, Montana, onto Seattle, Washington, in our 1957- Chrysler, Jeff purchased from my mother for this trip. We got stranded in Miles City for a day, blew a piston in the motor, had to leave the car there, right in Miles City. Had to let the car roll down the mountain, slowly, and it was cold, snow up to our ankles, and Jeff's wife, who we didn't plan on coming with us, came at the last minute, decided at the last second to punish us all, and she brought her two kids along, I was emptier than a dry well in the Moabite desert for words when I saw this uncovering.



The Wine Closet (A Two Act Play)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] No one is in the basement at present, but if they were, you could hear the sound of feet above you, especially in the kitchen which is right over the wine closet. You hear the click of the light switch; it is at the top of the staircase. Dennis is coming down stairs. You can hear the old thin wooden steps produce a crackling noise, the boards are not real firm.



Nebraska Fields (a Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] So, although in a sense Milwaukee (for the few minutes we spent there, and flew out of there in our 1961-Valient, I won't miss the city at all), it wasn't a good experience by far, the racial riots didn't allow that, it was November of 1967, things were hot throughout the United States, in the white vs. black area.



Rathole In Omaha (Short Story)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Come on," Jerry Hino said, it was morning and we needed to get an apartment there was a light film of snow on the ground, it was November of 1967 and this was my second great trip. The anxiety and dilemma of the night driven through Milwaukee had passed, we had driven from Minnesota, to Milwaukee, onto Madison, Wisconsin, and here we were in Omaha, Nebraska. In Milwaukee we had almost got shot. Anyhow, we had hightailed it out of Milwaukee, onto Omaha.



A Brief Look At - Sherwood Anderson

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Sherwood Andersen (1876-1941) Writer of many works, married four times, started late in his writing career (1912), but wrote perhaps more than Faulkner and Hemingway both; whom along with Carl Sandberg, where among his friends. He lived in Cleveland Ohio for a while, and died in Panama. He was in the United States Army and in Cuba during the Spanish American War, but did not have to do any fighting, 1900, went to Wittenberg University. His first wife was wealthy. And he once took a four day leave, and was missing, and had a mental breakdown around this time. He had three children.



Starburst! (Forty Trillion Miles Away)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] At this juncture of the journey, I asked a question to Micha'el, a question I thought might be the hardest of all questions so far, "How do these Angelic beasts get out of the Prison House of Angels during the latter days, to join forces in the lat great battle of earth, Armageddon." Knowing they were to be present during this last battle.



The Greenland Effect

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] Notes: one of the reasons for an ice age is the change in Earth's atmospheric composition, I am not sure how all this works, although, I know our atmosphere simply gets thinner and fades into outer space, and water vapor is mixed with all this, and the mixture comes out as air, whatever, it does protect the life of earth, and earth protects the life of its human beings, on it, like white on rice. So all this was making some sense, the air, the water, the earth, the souls on it, and my journey, and I suppose the ultimate understanding was: everything works together, or not at all, it tips the balance sooner or later.



The Go-Cart (A Minnesota Poem, 1959)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] No: 2387 (5-23-2008) Note: back in 1959, in St. Paul, Minnesota, Mike E. Siluk (my brother), had a go-cart, he was the talk of the neighborhood for that season, and perhaps well deserved. He had everyone in envy, but he worked hard to acquire the only co-cart (with his paper route money), this side of the Mississippi I bet. And Old Rice School, which was just up an old dirt alley from our home, was a great place to have a go-around runway for the go-cart. It seems nowadays, go-carts are almost everywhere not anything special, perhaps times have changed, but 'the world in light' or setting the world for us in a spark of light, hasn't change at least in memory and in this poem I tried to recapture that moment-or perhaps better put, to recapture back that extraordinary feeling. Yes indeed, those were special days. Dedicated to Mike Siluk.



The Locust Of The Abyss

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Moun'el somehow seeped into this daydream, or vision suddenly like he did before, excited to his spirit bones, he came again to tell me something, hearing of the word and conversation on and about the 'starburst,' in days yet to come, saying: "Micha'el, did you tell Dennis about the locust, after the starburst?"



Old Mrs Stanley (a Poem Out Of The Early '60s)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Mrs. Stanley, was a neighborhood widow, who seemed to bee a tinge odd. To us teenagers back in the late 1950s and 1960s, and so I had to do a poem for or about her...



Arizona Blue, In - Long Ride To Falstaff ((Episode 39)(Chapter One Of Three))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Another sketch of Arizona Blue, gunfighter, three chapters in all, here is the first one, the Civil war has just stopped and Blue is on his way to Falstaff, and as usual, things happen in his travels, and so here is the first of three chapters (Chapater 2, is about fencing in the praire, and chapter three is about the stranger). The war had just ended; it no longer was the focus, the nucleus, the main setting looming over Blue's head. The Civil War was won, won by the opposite side he was on, and the circumference of the country had doubled overnight-there was one single cloud for the whole country now, one horizon you might say.



The Age of Decadence

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] All forms of beauty contain a once of phenomena intertwined within them. When Picasso came into the picture, the ordinary and traditional went out the window; in addition, it was a period F. Scott Fitzgerald coined as "The Jazz Age," and he wrote a book called that, but the book really has little to do with Jazz (although the sound involved also), he was implying moreso, I think, here is a new age (after WWI). This was repeated with Elvis, and with the Hippie Age, or New Age, or Generation. Prior to this was the Beat Generation, with Ginsberg, and his cronies; and most recent was the Yuppie...



China Says - No Meddling!

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] China says for all the folks in the world, "No meddling," they are at this juncture referring to Burma, and I say Burma, because the country is still legally Burma, but why would China say that? Although it has been their policy for ages, actually, not until right after WWII, is when they formed that police. It sounds like a good philosophy, but coming from China, and referring it the Burma makes a person stop and think. This morning I woke up and this of all things was on my mind. I thought it was like someone saying, leave the fly that is caught in the spiders web alone; no meddling, we'll talk to the spider about it later.



Three Poems For Mothers

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] With simple wings, of magic and music, I entered into life. Now with gray hair how can I forgot the silver moon in your heart.



Israel - Happy Birthday (May, 2008)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Israel and I have one thing surely in common, I am 60, and so is Israel, sort of. I also have a signed copy of the book "Israel a Personal History," 1971, by David Ben-Gurion; one of 2000 copies printed, by "Funk & Wagnalls, Inc., New York.



Who Needs' God? (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] God doesn't care if you believe he exists, he doesn't need to, never has had to, and even if he didn't exist, you would hope he did. On the other hand, why do you think he needs to impress you with saying here I am? Your mind has said he is, and thus he does.



Structure - For a Living Poem

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Someone once said, "You don't need substance from or of a poem," I disagreed with that, silently, and then wrote about it later. We all have our opinions in literature and poetry not sure who is right and who is wrong, or if there is such things as right an wrong in writing, except for things you didn't intend to do, and you did.



War - Bush's Billions, and Billions and Billions!

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] For the war games the following year, spring to spring (2008-2009), it will cost American taxpayers $178-billion dollars, making the total almost one Trillion-dollars for the two wars we got going on, since 2001, in the Middle East. There is something wrong here... $178-billion dollars, what can we do with



Death-Love In The Case And Head Of Ms Isabella De La Ree (A Story Of Horror) (Part Two Of Two)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I hadn't the heart to write this before now, that terrible happening at the cemetery had upset me so. The poor dear, Ms Sara Ann Blasphe lost her head, I wonder now if it was my imagination of all things (for I had never seen this in the newspapers thereafter of a head missing, off her torso, or Sara's demise).



Questions on Poetry (From the Smart Guys!)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] On a radio program last year I was asked several questions, and at a presentation I was asked several, a few the same. It seems to me lots of people are asking questions about poetry nowadays, and one of the questions was: "Why to I write more poetry than anything else?"



The Trinity Doctrine (As Found In The Old Testament)

[News-and-Society:Religion] In my book "The Last Trumpet..." (2002), I tried to explain the trinity, in the form of who each person was, but never did I try to connect it to the Old Testament, and especially Genesis. During my graduate studies in the 1980s, in Old Testament Studies, I became interest in this area; perhaps it helped me with my Christianity, in that everything has to be proven to me, I'm a Doubting Thomas. So I shall with you at this juncture of my life share a few things I think I learned on the subject-you may or may not already know.



Two Poems - For A Sunday Afternoon

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] When I was a young man, I was likened to terrified fish, an alcoholic that is what I was back then, not how I wanted to be. It is forty-years now. I know now I was better off with no father, thus, I had to row my way to where I am today, through a generation of vipers.



Riddle of the Great White Shark

[Arts-and-Entertainment] When I was in Vietnam, 1971, in Cam Ranh Bay, I spent sometime along the shores of the South China Sea. I met old man, one evening; I was but twenty-three years old he was in a nearby village that the South Vietnamese and North Vietcong used, the South by day, and the North by night. I had drank in the village before, even though it was off limits simply because of this, and if I'd get too drunk, I'd stay the night, and in the mornings I'd jump over the fence, and run back to my company.



The Reflection ((Vietnam War, 1971) (Poetic Prose))

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I walked into a bar on 1st Avenue in Minneapolis I remember, it was 1982, and I sat down at the bar, looked into the picture across from me, drank a beer down, asked for a second, smoked a cigarette, several of them, looked into the picture deeper, its glass reflected me. "You ok, it looks like you're trying to find yourself in that picture and it bothers you?" said the bartender to me, kindly.



Ataata ((The Grandson)(A Short Story in the Canadian Arctic))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I never got to know him real well, my grandfather, after father bought me into a small Eskimo village it was in 1905, and I was ten-years old. I would be adopted, adopted into a system, somewhat, we came into a circle of relatives a family circle, not allied by blood, and the reasoning behind this was to strengthen our family bonds. My father would exchange wives now, my mother for another's wife, our village was a hundred miles away and there was only twenty of us in the community, I was...



Capital Punishment - Right or Wrong?

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] We all have opinions and views, so I am not looking for a fight with my readers on this controversial subject, I have just not said much on it ever in my writings in the past, of over 5000-poems, articles, books, short stories, and so forth, and why I ask myself, have l left out Capital Punishment? The best reasoning I came up with was: I never got around to it, I always had my beliefs, opinions, thoughts on the subject: so right or wrong, here area a few. Most of my view comes from my Graduate Studies at Liberty University, in Old Testament Studies (and perhaps, being in the Army for 11-years also framed my thoughts on the subject):



Be Aware Going to Peru

[Travel-and-Leisure] They are trying to put a law into effect, that if you rob a tourist in Peru, your punishment is double whatever the law reads: that should tell you something. But Peru is a beautiful country to visit, the dollar is down 25%, but still good, and the people are warm, most of them.



I See The Boys ((Of Donkeyland)(1960s))

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem of my old neighborhood, called Donkeyland, back in the 1960s, in St. Paul, Minnesota. I see the boys of Cayuga Street; it is summer...



Hillary Clinton - Iran Don't Dare! And Big Win In Penn

[News-and-Society:Politics] I really have not been too confused on whom to vote for; this is my third article on the subject. I like to own guns, and I was in the military for eight years, and three years in the reserves, making it eleven years. And I never have liked the selection we had for our next president, but Hillary did



Dictators - A Way of Thinking

[News-and-Society:Politics] The president of Zimbabwe thinks a certain way, a way the west does not understand, for it will allow its people to suffer and get raped, and so forth. Hamas, has a different way of thinking that the rest of the world does not understand, it also will allow its people to die and parish for its end goals.



Oil - A World Crisis Coming

[News-and-Society:Energy] I don't think anyone really wants to read this article, but I think they should, we got a growing world crisis on hand. I will not live to see it all the way through most likely, but the younger generation wills, those just under me by twenty years, and I'm 60-years old, the beginning of the crisis will start in 2010, yes soon. And by 2020, it will be a full fledged crisis, and by 2040, it will be black Sunday or close to it-empty.



Zimbabwe - Democracy At Its Worse

[News-and-Society:Politics] I don't know what is going to happen over this election in Zimbabwe, the world knows Robert Mugabe lost the election; he now wants to have a recount in over 20-districks, this is democracy at its worse, matter-of-fact a mockery of democracy. Leaders and countries of leaders use the word loosely to get world support nowadays, when in essence it is a dictatorship, and the only thing Mugabe is doing, is going through the motions. The past results have yet to be released. I know all this is old news, but it just needs to be retold before I give my opinion, and of course that is exactly what it is, my way of thinking, and perhaps, a few others.



Mrs O'Day's Dinning Room (A Poem On Mental Disturbances) & "Days of Tears & Tarnish"

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It is a sad case in so many folks who have to deal with mental disorders. But in America anyhow, there are places to go, and medication to take helping one to make it through a life somewhat normal. Alas, for the third world, where I spend much of my time, and have visited asylums, and do not have all these leverages.



Some Sad, and Some Lonesome Days (A Poem)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Old friends dying of this and that! Some killed in the war, some waiting, some not.



"Death-Love, In Oakland Cemetery" ((A Story Of Horror)(Second Revision)(Part One Of Two))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] We were alone, her and I, gravediggers beyond a mound or two, several hundred yards east of us, everyone had gone, and the gates were locked at the entrance of Oakland Cemetery, (they lock the gates at 5:30 PM sharp). She had a bag; it had weight to it, She looked at me, as a wolf would to it prey, if ever faces showed imminent death, hers did!



The Government of Peru! Anti People Orientated

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I've been t, or in, Peru nine times, lived there for two years in one stretch, and I've yet to understand their way of thinking, but it looks to me they are far from being society orientated for the people, rather for the government. The people are warm, but they will rob you in a blink of an eye.



China Vs Cafferty

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Now the Chinese are mad because someone has spoken up about their government, trying to silence CNN's commentator, Cafferty, the only one to call a spade a spade. Like the Muslims, who fear freedom of speech, and demand the world look at them through unrealistic plastic eyes, now China does the same. Pretty soon, America will have to shut up, and say nothing about anything.



Poem of the Alcoholic

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (Where's the River) When you're a drunk, you drink, as if you are an endless river, I have, and one's emotions, flow like currents, never stopping, never knowing how to stop, never stopping because it is to you not worth the trouble or time, and you say: I can stop anytime, anyway, and it is better than anything else anyone has offered, why would you stop, they offer nothing but talk, talk, and bills, and the ...



In The Children's Dungeon, 2008 (A Long Poetic Prose Poem)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a long poem on the inner storms of the poet looking at his greedy and cold children. In several areas he looks at the heart of the children, at his acts, and the psychological dilemma that can be built around such activity.



Blessing of the Book

[Arts-and-Entertainment] There is nothing on earth, I mean nothing at all, that can equal the hard scrapping profound labor and stirring of ones blood, and sense of sanctification that a good book can offer. That new promising book, felt in the middle of a silence, in the corner of ones lit room, perhaps looking out of a window at night, and the book, its words stick to your mind, your ribs until it finds its way out of its container and into your daily itinerary, and onto your literary shelf; faint at first, then like the radiation of an atomic bomb.



Islam Unknown

[News-and-Society:Religion] When I read the New Testament Bible, I know it has a good history, I mean, a good reliable history. Let me explain, many people have a testimony as to its reliability, even a powerful legal proof follows it. I perhaps am a Doubting Thomas, God knows this, and it is not the unpardonable sin-thank goodness, but I suppose it shows a lack of faith, which I've prayed for, for 50-years to build on, still I am a Doubting Thomas



Melancholy Roses - A Poem, with Notes (A Forgotten Poet - Elise Cowen)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Life long friend to Allen Ginsberg, and lover (she was bisexual), another poet who committed suicide, and from the beat generation, in her late 20s. She was in an asylum, for her mental breakdowns. After her suicide her family destroyed most of her poetry, yet 83-poems have been found of hers.



Searching for Victory in Iraq

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] I read the other day, President Bush is the only one with a plan of escape from the Iraqi war, and it is an individual one-for him alone on January 20, 2009, when he leaves office. How can he have gotten all into another Vietnam, and he did. The sad thing is, as in Vietnam, we won the war, but lost the peace. Why? There is a reason; it is called rules of engagement. Wars only have rules for mighty, when they fight the less mighty. Rules are really silly; they get in the way of victory. Who ever says to the victory "You fought dirty," after they lost the war? No one dares.



Mr Wang's Chinese Sunshine Policy vs Jill Swaitt's Get Serious Policy

[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] L. Ling-chi Wang, I read his article on CNN today, and how un- empathetic can a man be (I preferred Jill Swaitt's commentary also from CNN). He, Mr. Wang scolds the world for protesting against the Chinese for their aggressive ways with Tibet, and other countries, and points the finger at others countries that are hypocrites for the way they live-yes, he likes to point fingers, but does not want them pointed at China.



The Cursed Libretto ((The Enchantment Spells of Azaz'el)(Part Two of Three))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Sally Sexton decided to speak to the Professor about her situation. And when they met at the Cafe de Flora, she voiced her opinion saying, "It isn't right for me to have to be aggressive so much, I am now different, and it seems to be getting worse as the time goes by, for my sake what can I do professor?"



The Cursed Libretto ((Noyllopa the Demon)(Part Three of Three Parts))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] As Azaz'el escaped the dead body, he ordered Noyllopa, a demonic spirit nearby, who was in the body of a woman, a young female, to watch the boy, Jack, "Come here Jack," Molly Clemens, a tourist from America yelled (she was about Jack's, age, fourteen). She was pretty as a daisy, with light blond hair, and just starting to bud, like a flower in the right places. Jack looked her way as he was starting to wipe off the water that covered the leather that protected the pages within the ancient book which were saggy.



Iraq, Death Row

[News-and-Society:Politics] Iraq has taken a superpower, with all its resources and drained it dry, likened to an empty soup bowl, and for what? We won a war, that should be good enough, but no one will win a peace over there. We are doing exactly what the enemy wants, draining, draining and draining, our nation's assets, at a cost for a broken down, ungrateful waistband of a nation.



The Cursed Libretto ((A Short Story In The Demonic World)(Part One Of Three))

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Mr. Durant and Professor Greenwood were two scholars who lived around the turn of the twentieth century (but the specific time we are talking about is now: 1917) a little less than a hundred years ago in Paris, France; Mr. Durant was once the head of a faction of scholars and Professor Greenwood taught courses at the Paris University.



Testimony Of a Dead Soul (The Blood-red Moon - Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Advance: Don't be fooled, dead souls live-it is one of the seventy-two deaths, and yet it can die, that also is one of the seventy-two deaths. I saw where they go, they flock, and they toil, and they lay cowed in corners, and they go on a journey, over the Canyon of Dread...and much, much more...! But this is the first time I've yet heard of a dead soul (and saw with my own eyes) it go where it did. Here now is what I saw and heard during one dilemma of an escape- here is the testimony of one dead soul!



The Double Curse Of - Senor Leonico Cesar Palma (Part of The - "Catavarous Journey")

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Advance) I wasn't going to get into, or tell you what happened to the so called "New Arrival," but I got a nagging in my head this morning, to do so, and I couldn't get it out of my head until I wrote it out on toilet paper-the quickest paper available, put it in my pocket, and hopped it all went away later, meaning I file 13 it, or write it out. But it didn't. My wife Rosa and I went to Wong's to have lunch, and then purchased some CD's, and she had asked if I was going to go to Starbuck's and have some coffee, as I usually do in the afternoons abut 2:00 or 3:00 PM, to about 4:00 or 5:30 PM, coffee and a cookie, and home I go. But I said no, thinking about the story I wrote out on toilet paper, on in my shirt pocket, an outline I should say, on what happened to the Arrival in the book "The Cadaverous Journey."



The Book of Judgement

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] (Advance) It is believed in Christian eschatology there will be one if not two judgments of man and his destiny after death: depending on which Christian grouping within the faith he belongs to-is where he may end up, which several have their own system and view. Thus, which denomination you look at makes a difference, for each has a slightly different interpretation on the judgment concept so I want to take a look at it from a Birdseye view.



The Mohammad Papers - Poetry

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Mohammad Papers (Year of the Elephant) (Inspired, and Illustrated) Twelve (XII) Poetic, Prophetic Letters found in a Cave in Medina, and now Translated for the first time Revelations from the Prophet Moss (634 AD) Haiku for Evil No one goes, and Does evil (or kills) in the Name of God; That is Satan's work. #2276/2-17-2008 Muhammad, the Islamic Prophet was born in...



Death Snoops - Poetic Prose

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note on Death: I do believe, death has its own personality, and besides being a thing, it is a person, and there are places where one goes, yes, death has its maze, one could say. Death has its squad as well, and it has its angels, the good and the bad. You may ask, "Why must we die?" It is simply falling to sleep and



The Potential Dangerous Side of Islam

[News-and-Society:Religion] None of us really want to talk about this subject, the potential dangerous of Islam, we'd rather hide our heads under a pillow, scared Islam may condemn us or something, and not sure what else. Islam has done a great fear job on the world; exactly what they've wanted to do, but let's look at why it is dangerous (I wrote a book on Islam a few years ago 'Islam, in Search of Satan's Rib' sorry I did not add this article into it, but I hadn't wrote it then).



On Demons (Part of the 'Cadaverous Journey')

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Note: Where is man? Is he in heaven, or in hell? If in either place immediately after death, what is the necessity of a judgment in the end of the world to decide his case? Is there a possibility that some have at death gone to the waiting place? And those who have received Christ, do they need a judgment, for they have been wiped clean, and are without sin? And the demon that walk the earth, the intangible spirits, where do they go?



The Sin That Is Not Pardonable!

[News-and-Society:Religion] When one says, Satan's works are done by the Holy Spirit, as the scribes did infer onto Christ, in the days Jesus walked the earth, by saying "...He hath Beelzebub, and by the prince of the devils casteth he out devils." (Mark: Ch. 3) And when they know better, for they saw his miracles, thus, denying who Christ was, and why he came, such scribes committed the Unpardonable sin, and given over to a degenerate mind and do not desire salvation, nor will the Holy Spirit lead them to it (Romans 1:28).



Global Volcanism & WWIII (Watch the Antichrist on TV)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Everyday we seem to be on the edge of World War Three, from the war that just about took place in South America between three countries, Colombia, Venezuela, and Ecuador; China wanting to slowly weed out the blood of Tibet subjecting them to live in a rats nest, and telling the world to stand back and watch. Russia trying to tell the world Kosovo has a right to be under slavery and the hate of Belgrade; North Korea telling the South, they will burn them to ashes if they...



In the Corner & the Car Ride (the Real Endings to the Cadvervous Journey)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (In the Corner) I know you thought the end of the story was a ways back there, but it isn't, there is an added edition, two, to be exact, added on to this story, added on because it was not suppose to end like it originally did, and so here it is, the unexpected ending (and let me tell you: it is better not to get to know those folks in your dreams all that much or nightmares, especially on a long journey):



The New And Old Souls (Like Dead Wheat - A Sketch Into The Land Of Dead Souls)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] And Micha'el quoted from the Book of John, and Mathew; for I had asked: "...what were the answers to the soul of Adam and those before him...," and Micha'el quoted the New Testament, saying: John 3:12 If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things?



End Times - Uri'el (a Sketch)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] And the Soul of the Earth moaned, and was quieted by God for a time, for many things were yet to take place... I had a statement-having read the paper the other day on the great melt down in Antarctica- and said to Uri'el.



Were There People Before Adam? (The Stone Age - Part of the "Cataverious Journey")

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] (Stone Age) And I asked Micha'el another question, for surety the Angelic Renegades who were Watchers over the world at this time, knew and were overlooking those clouds onto earth long before Adam and Eve, and Satan himself most likely was around on earth before the new couple was given life, and God took a rib of his own for Eve, and Micha'el would have been present also, the question being: 'Who were the Stone Age people? (People living before Adam and Eve, for surely there was, the stone tools are all about, plus there is much more evidence.)"



Journey of the Soul, and The Great Inheritance (Two Poems)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two new poems. One is on death, and the soul, and one on kids wanting what they want, and could care less about their parents...which is a growing fad nowadays.



Lost in the Soul (Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem, in poetic prose, for the book Dennis is writing called "The Cadaverous Journey." It brings you into the soul for a moment, and gets you back...can't any more you got to read it.



Mystery of the Waters - Part of "The Cadaverous Journey"

[Arts-and-Entertainment] (After the Visit to the Moon) When we had left the moon, I was told hastily (as if time was of the essence), to look into the waters of the earth, now finding myself with five angels, on the edge of a cloud, and I saw deep into the seas heart, a vision, within this dream, and Micha'el said: "Examine and observe what the waters show you, focus, as the waters fill the earth, the waters have their own story".



Sabire's Cry (A Poem with Commentary)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] France, a 52-year old woman has just killed herself, Chantal Sebire, commuted suicide, suffered from a rare form of cancer: Esthesioneuroblastoma. I don't make the rules of society, I just look at its pain and suffering, not sure if I'd like to live like that, death would at such a juncture, have less a sting, than to endure what she had to. One has to look at their beliefs, their church, government, and ask the question, as she surely did: do I dare to have these folks accept this suicide as just? And she did ask of course.



Onki & Anauj (And The Prison House For Angels)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Onki woke up in the bright sunlight. The Sun warm with its rays of light shaped into a rainbow showered over the horizon. The warmth of the sun seemed to wake up the cocks, for they started to sing their regular desert song, and the desert echoed back to them, it was a new day.



The Homeless Centipede

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Feed mice to the centipedes, then call human rights to get your sympathy pal! It's all over but the imprisonment! This is what I think they feel.



From the Edge of the Moon (At Journey's End, Apocalypse Coming)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] And then I was taken to the edge of the moon, told to look down from it, and I stood in mid-air, and I saw earth's destruction clear as if on a sunny day, and I asked what year was this? And Raph'el said," 2016 AD, and I asked "Can this be postponed or delayed?" And he said, "Yes, but it will come about Anyway, and the souls of the dead remain as is, for the living they can have An interlude period to correct their wrongs.



The Arrival (And The Three Part Soul - Poetic Prose)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Inside the mountain of Dead Souls, I saw a man come out of nowhere, I looked at Micha'el and he said:"He is a new arrival here, if you listen carefully you can hear his soul, and I did: "It looks more like a hive in here, this place would make the devil weep; no breakfast or lunch I suppose, in this land of the dead, gloomy Sundays ahead, everything vaguely lit, soul eating human rats nibbling on one another, faces like ceramic masks..." (he braces himself, no one reacts, he mumbles out loud again), "I feel like an agitated centipede." This is his first day, his first appearance-he is a new arrival, to this land of the pre-dead, and will be waiting in a pre-trial status; the Archangel Micha'el, told me this. The Arrival whispers "...the dead-end land," but I suppose he'll have to deal with it now, he dealt the cards did he not.



The Hammer and The Grace (And The Secrets of God - Part Two to the Cadaverous Journey)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Part Two: To the Cadarverous Journey The Hammer and the Grace (And the Secrets of God) The Hammer and the Beast (Ragu'el: Toward the East) I felt like an eagle flying over the earth, looking down on all the souls,men, women and children, it was during this flight, this journey, going East, I said to Ragu'el, "Who among us have not sinned against God? Perhaps it might have been better to have been born a bird or beast, and thus...



Impressions Inside The Mountain of Souls of The Dead (And The Canyon of Pain)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] I suppose you can say, I looked death in the eyes, were all were dead inside this mountain, according to human earth understandings; or so the philosophers might say; or argue. And when death got too close to me, the angels banished them away, and I felt fresh again like a shot of penicillin. I wanted to say they all, seemed to look a bit mentally retarded, or having a mental illness, but it wasn't that, it was-one of the angelic beings whispered into my ear, unseeingly-soul sickness.



Kangaroo Soup

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] I put this article under humor because it beats all, it is funny, but only in a logical way, that being, we tell others what to do with killing this and that, and then go home and kill whatever we want in the animal kingdom. It is like complaining about having a fly in your soup, and you get mad at the waitress for it, and go home and eat a dirty camel.



The Cadaverous Journey (To the Dead and Dying)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] Preliminary Part of the Journey (Notes and Dream) In the Heavens (cosmos) It was the middle of the night, I awoke, and there was a great figure, five of them at the end of my bed, and one said, "You must come with me, but first you must die, and I will bring you back to life." Oh, but I thought this was all a dream, so I said "Ok," and somehow I died, it was like a second dream, that is, a dream ...



Multiple Sclerosis (Perhaps a Cure - Part One)

[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Here is a mysterious disease, one that South America and most warm states in the United States do not have. It seems to belong to the colder more gray climates of the world. Now look at the article, and it may help you.



The Nightmare Demon (And It's Links)

[Arts-and-Entertainment] There is such a think as called the Nightmare Demon, it is biblical, and there are charms, spells that can produce this. These demon, or spirits of evil, imps, looks similar to the picture on this book, which Clark A. Smith drew.