Another collection of this and that and the other thing, all poetized in a manner befitting something or other that sounds good. anyway, find a wallaby or a butterfly and go sit in a yurt while you... More > read this latest gathering of slightly slanted looks at what's around us.< Less
A janitor, a former junkie, a cab driver, a waitress, a high school senior. Strangers in life, they each receive a blue card in the mail. Now they are connected in death by blue cards found on their... More > bodies. The enigmatic letters on the cards mean something to the killer, something Homicide Detective Jayson Weis has to decipher before he can rid the city of this madman. Confronted with the bodies of the present, haunted by the bodies of the past, Weis knows there will be more bodies in his future unless he can stop the Card Killer. When the few witnesses can’t agree about the killer, not even the race and sex, Weis begins to dread the possibility of a second killer. His relationship with long time girlfriend Lois Fremont is deteriorating. The pressure from City Hall mounts. His own uncertainty about his future dulls the edge of his investigation. Help comes from an unexpected direction, a paraplegic teenager who has also received one of the cards.< Less
Everybody has idiot-syncracies...little niggling, irritating, tear-your-hair-out-in-frustration things that Fate has carelessly tossed into the middle of whatever road is currently being traveled.... More > You wonder how people can be so blind, so stupid, so unaware, so unbelievably, undeniably wrong! You marvel at the seemingly endless supply of irrationality in the world and the number of people in line eager to stock up just in case. You look around, trying to find the Island of Sanity in the brown Senseless Sea. Way off in the distance you glimpse a speck of greenery. You paddle madly only to discover the Land of Logic is as real as Atlantis and just as accessible. You are left with very limited choices, most of which are against the law.
In a final act of desperation, you write a book.
That’s what I did.
Here are more than 150 of my idiot-syncracies.
And, perhaps, some of yours.< Less
You've had the short of it in Volume 1. You've had the long of it in Volume 2. Now you get Volume 3...everything in between. Well, not exactly everything. The book would be considerable larger if I... More > did that. However, you will find poems about animals and lawn furniture and writing and some stuff that is sure to fascinate an delight you. Should you be particularly attentive, you will see the odd and truly atrocious pun or quaint turn of phrase or even a Tome Swifty. If you do not know what is a Tom Swifty...that's why the internet was invented.< Less
As the title suggests, this is a volume of long poems. Some of them qualify as "story poems" because they tell a story in much the same way short prose does...only with rhymes. Usually.... More > Well, sometimes. Everybody likes a story poem. Okay, Not 'everybody'. But those who don't, should. There's a certain something about a story poem. I have no idea what that something is. Or what it might be. I don't even know if the poems in this book have that 'something'. I do know there are three dozen poems of at least twenty-five lines each in here. That's a minimum of nine hundred lines about cowboys and Indians, inventors, a doctor, a smartass son, some lovers and some historical figures who begged for a mention. Oh, and one poem about how to write poetry.< Less