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Finally the epic stories of Tessie Rosenrothstein and Tain Frash are told in this heart pounding prequel to the award winning novel, The Children of Rutherford. A tale of two heroes who grew up in homes with more interesting siblings and lowered expectations. ...

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Tessie was awoken in the middle of the night by Smump crawling into bed with her. “You woke me up,” Tessie said groggily. “When are you not asleep?” Smump whispered. “Please don't fart in my bed, Smump.” “I wasn't planning on it.” “Do you have any liquid in your mouth?” “Just a soupçon of spittle.” “Why are you always so mean to people, Smump?” “Why are you so lethargic and disinterested in life, Tessie?” “I dunno,” Tessie shrugged. “I feel like I've already lead many lives. I'm just tired.” “Well I feel fresh and new and I'm ready to leave my mark on this world like a mulberry on a southern sidewalk.” “All you care about is making other people mad, Smump.” “It's their choice to be mad. I prefer being happy and having fun.” “I have fun too, Smump.” “Your idea of fun is taking a nap and then recovering with another nap.” “We are only six. We are supposed to get lots of sleep.” “Not me. When I'm old enough I'm going to stay up all night with my homo-sexual friends drinking sugary cocktails, smoking tobacco cigarettes, and using lots of cuss words when I talk.” “That sounds horrid,” Tessie gasped. “So what d...

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It’s the first day of school for Giffy Zerzeron, the new teacher at Paula Deen High School sponsored by Remington Firearms in Woodstock, Virginia, and she’s ready to make a difference. In one day, she has to win over a classroom full of diverse students with her “innovative” teaching style....

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Giffy stood proudly in the middle of her new classroom and stared proudly at the blank walls that were hers to decorate. She opened her satchel and pulled out a stack of portraits. Giffy spent the next 22 minutes gluing portraits to the wall of great men like George Wallace, Bill Cosby, George W. Bush, Nero, Pete Rose, Ty Cobb, Robert E. Lee, Fatty Arbuckle, L. Ron Hubbard, Ted Nugent, Roozy Feep, and many others. It was in the legacies of these great men that she hoped to inspire the tiny minds of her disadvantaged students. With only a few minutes before her students were set to arrive, she sat down at her desk to snack on a ripe durian. She was ready....

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A fictitious humorous story about androids and shampoo.

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Mr. Utterson, the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow l o v a b l e....

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For the first time, go inside the high pressure world of corporate presentation design. Chex Lankershim is the world's greatest slide designer, but he is due for a fall....

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“10 minutes until show,” said the brown skinned young man who was wearing a headset. “I'm doing my best,” Chox barked. He was furiously working his way through the slide deck trying to make all of the changes. “Well you need to work faster, vato.” “And who the hell are you?” Chox snapped. “My name is Cholo Marquez and I click the slide deck for the speaker onstage and I also maintain the show computers that project the slides,” he said gravely. “I am also a Mexican.” Chox slammed his fist on the desk. “I hate Times New Roman. I'm changing the font.” “To what?” said Cholo. “Comic Sans.” “Ay yi yi!” Cholo gasped. “Ain't nobody ever used that font in a presentation before, papi!” “Well I am.” “They gonna fire you.” Chox looked at Cholo. “If they are gonna fire me, then I will hand them the match.” “You got big cojones, I give you that Gringo.” Chox made his final change and then handed Cholo a floppy disc. “Here you go.” “It was nice working with you, pepino,” Chox said as he began copying the slide deck to his system. Chox rubbed his weary eyes. “Yes.”...

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A set of poems written to accompany some of my favorite doodles from the last couple of decades.

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Part 1 - Handmade Part 2 - Machined

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"Tattered, dusty, broken, light as birds, we wander in the rich pansy dark among the stars"—More vital than the roles, here mostly of woman, spoken in the voices of daughters, sons and others, and ranging from scientist, friend, dreamer and peacemaker, to mother, teacher, worker, helper, seeker and listener to spirit, nature and art, the focus is on glints of world peace, not brilliant but shining, not complete but requisite: However tired we may be of the dead end of so many hopes, we see ways out of the current impasse in the character of woman, woman with her potential not fully realized, but discernible and already beautiful. ...

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...enter into the process quickly— the swiftly softly pealing notes of long flowing ribbon-in-the-wind scales— sentences in which we move into new realms, and then feel the nudges and booms of adjustment amid deeper structures, as if they applaud those cheerful graceful light-running rapidly graduating songs sung—danced—so perfectly; that youths return after their adventures, tell stories of pure celestial handshakes, brotherly, sisterly embrace of two who were enemies, children living in happiness, whole nations at ease, of that firm commitment, the party to which is the entire planet, and the worldwide voiced-in-the-heart pledge— undying friendship and peace. ...

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1 Between White Swan and Skookumchuck 2 Street Light 2 Art 3 Painting of Three Geese 3 Charlotte—brilliant star 4 Universal Mother 5 Reflection on child catching wave 5 Deer in Cold Night 6 Boy Soldier 7 Spending 8 Child of Peace 8 The Leaves That Fall 9 I have an infinite number of rags 10 Late evening song 11 The End of Fall 11 Tomato Round 12 Work 13 Snow 13 Question in Winter 14 Fog 15 Margins of the highway 16 Hoeing Potatoes 16 Summer 17 The Town 18 Conflagration 18 Davilo’s drawing of a low ceiling 19 The Wall 20 Freedom of Expression 21 Horseshoe Bay 21 The Window 22 End of Summer 23 Spring 23-25 Arctic Spring 25 Strange motherhood 26 Robin 27 Compassionate Child 27 Tender-hearted 28 Sunless Sky 28 Angels in the Snow 29 Window washer in Istanbul 30 Daisies in the wind 30 Grass Hockey Players 31 Daisies in the field 31 My so...

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"Tattered, dusty, broken, light as birds, we wander in the rich pansy dark among the stars"—More vital than the roles, here mostly of woman, spoken in the voices of daughters, sons and others, and ranging from scientist, friend, dreamer and peacemaker, to mother, teacher, worker, helper, seeker and listener to spirit, nature and art, the focus is on glints of world peace, not brilliant but shining, not complete but requisite: However tired we may be of the dead end of so many hopes, we see ways out of the current impasse in the character of woman, woman with her potential not fully realized, but discernible and already beautiful. ...

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...enter into the process quickly— the swiftly softly pealing notes of long flowing ribbon-in-the-wind scales— sentences in which we move into new realms, and then feel the nudges and booms of adjustment amid deeper structures, as if they applaud those cheerful graceful light-running rapidly graduating songs sung—danced—so perfectly; that youths return after their adventures, tell stories of pure celestial handshakes, brotherly, sisterly embrace of two who were enemies, children living in happiness, whole nations at ease, of that firm commitment, the party to which is the entire planet, and the worldwide voiced-in-the-heart pledge— undying friendship and peace. ...

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1 Between White Swan and Skookumchuck 2 Street Light 2 Art 3 Painting of Three Geese 3 Charlotte—brilliant star 4 Universal Mother 5 Reflection on child catching wave 5 Deer in Cold Night 6 Boy Soldier 7 Spending 8 Child of Peace 8 The Leaves That Fall 9 I have an infinite number of rags 10 Late evening song 11 The End of Fall 11 Tomato Round 12 Work 13 Snow 13 Question in Winter 14 Fog 15 Margins of the highway 16 Hoeing Potatoes 16 Summer 17 The Town 18 Conflagration 18 Davilo’s drawing of a low ceiling 19 The Wall 20 Freedom of Expression 21 Horseshoe Bay 21 The Window 22 End of Summer 23 Spring 23-25 Arctic Spring 25 Strange motherhood 26 Robin 27 Compassionate Child 27 Tender-hearted 28 Sunless Sky 28 Angels in the Snow 29 Window washer in Istanbul 30 Daisies in the wind 30 Grass Hockey Players 31 Daisies in the field 31 My son’s green scarf 32 Moth...

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This is a tale of honor and obligation, of instinct and restraint. When the fae huntsman Asher obeys a royal command to capture a mate for the prince, an elderly widow's life ends in water and is then transformed to youthful immortality by water. Dependent upon the huntsman who captured her, Gwen must come to terms with an afterlife that offers one very important choice: accept the huntsman or not. This short story contains mature content which may not be suitable for readers under 18 years of age....

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Gwen inhaled the soft air, fragrant with the scent of lemon groves and some pretty pink and yellow flowers she didn’t recognize. As she climbed the well-groomed trail that led to the top of a scenic overlook, she wished Douglas could have been there with her on this long-anticipated holiday in sunny Italy. She sighed and paused to rest her aching knees and hips. Getting old sucked. She passed a young couple entwined around one another and taking advantage of the romantic ambiance of dappled shade scented with verdant growth and the distant rush of the sea. At the top of the hill, Gwen found a bench and took a seat, glancing back at the young couple and silently wishing them well. She and Douglas would have enjoyed an Italian honeymoon all those years ago, but they’d had to make do with a funky smelling cabin in a state park. The intervening years afterward offered no respite in the demand upon their modest incomes. Gwen sighed again, glad she had made this trip in honor of her deceased husband. She smiled and turned her face skyward as though worshiping the sun. “I’m here, Douglas, just like we planned,” she whispered. “It’s as b...

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This is a short story with fewer than 9,000 words. It has no individual chapters.

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periodical

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A glimpse in the life of the poor in the mid-20th century's Delhi (India), where poor Krisana declared a criminal because of his poverty, shares his destiny with a girl about which he had heard....

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A poetic collaboration between Jeffrey Side and Jake Berry.

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Jane Blake, 37, suddenly leaves her mother, with whom she has lived since the death in a car crash of her fiancé thirteen years previously, to try to make a life of her own before it is too late. This action sparks a profound crisis, and she finds that, living alone for the first time, as well as trying to decide what to do with her new freedom, she must re-examine her life in order to make sense of this freedom, that is, discover who she really is....

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Collected poetry reviews from 2004-2013.

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Mars landing

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I faced the painting. I stared at it. There was the great eye and I concentrated on it. The eye, the great eye, the eye of the abstraction, the enigma, “what nonsense!”. And then, to my amazement, it happened: the great eye abstracted me, and the universe that we know now, seemed finite to me. The ethereal at the disposition of one unique imperative will, mine. From my hands emerged, at my whim, entire worlds, forms, beings, things, space, time and destinations, that my will governed, and all in only one point. I was almighty! Time laid dead in a languid clock over an infinite horizon, populated with floating mountains. There was Lucrecia, radiant, waiting my resolution...

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I faced the painting. I stared at it. There was the great eye and I concentrated on it. The eye, the great eye, the eye of the abstraction, the enigma, “what nonsense!”. And then, to my amazement, it happened: the great eye abstracted me, and the universe that we know now, seemed finite to me. The ethereal at the disposition of one unique imperative will, mine. From my hands emerged, at my whim, entire worlds, forms, beings, things, space, time and destinations, that my will governed, and all in only one point. I was almighty! Time laid dead in a languid clock over an infinite horizon, populated with floating mountains. There was Lucrecia, radiant, waiting my resolution...

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This study examines the influence of empiricism on Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poetry up until 1800, at which time he deserted it for transcendentalism. This is not to suggest that he was completely an empiricist before 1800, but that his empiricism was somewhat tempered by transcendentalist influences. Therefore, the relationship between “empiricism” and “transcendentalism” in his thinking with regard to poetic composition is problematical. Coleridge became a transcendentalist poet and thinker, whose Biographia Literaria was partly intended to demonstrate the malign effect of the Locke tradition on poetry. Even so, that book is partly a work of self-correction. There is ample evidence of Coleridge’s immersion in empiricist philosophy in the 1790s, as well as in the kind of scientific enquiry that was thought to be congenial to that philosophy. The sway of David Hartley, in particular, over his thoughts is prominently demonstrated by the choice of a name for his son....

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A series of two line poems written during the first four months of 2017.

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Overview of Lower Saxion dialects and the future of literature in these Dutch dialects. State of the art.

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Dialect is not a vehicle of culture, as Latin was. Dialects are for conversation in the rural area about agriculture and food, not to discuss philosophy or economics. The vocabulary is not sufficient for new technology....

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Examples op literature in dialect and its future. Illustrated.

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Poems written during 2016 concerning the events of the year, both in my personal life and within the mad, mad world.

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Aye, art thou among the misguided creatures this world doth call writers? Then, my child, This waifling of a booklet is for thee……