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Writing is more than a hobby for me. It's a passion, one of the ways I capture and celebrate life. Author of 40-books. Awarded the National Prize of Peru, "Antena Regional": The best of 2006 for promoting culture. Awarded the Poet - Writer of the year 2006 (of the Mantaro Valley of, Perú) by Corporation of Autonomous Press of Junin, Department of Peru Lic. Dennis L. Siluk, awarded a medal of merit, and diploma from the Journalist ... [More]

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Ten Years Here and There
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (The Language of Life) Let's go backwards with this-my time thing; since it is my time we are talking about, for the record, I'm sixty-two years old, perhaps with a life expediency of seventy to eighty-three (or eight to twenty-one years); and that's a big perhaps too, considering walking across the street and getting run over, or a robber killing you, or a plane crashing, or a car accident, or some medical illness like a heart attack, or cancer, or a stroke. So my point is this, time is like a stepladder (it's not a commodity), you...

The Eel - Fishers Basket
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was a fairly large looking basket, jammed with perfectly slimy looking eels and the old eel-fisherman felt they were simply priceless. Too heavy to lift by himself he had to pull it, so Mr. Chick Evens got out of his vehicle to help the old man carry the basket up a step onto the wooden sidewalk, taking glimpses into it-it had been his second day in Iceland, staying at a hotel in Reykjavik, he had just come back from the cliffs overlooking the coast (and a nearby lighthouse), forty-some miles outside of the city limits; he was no more than a mile or so from the city itself-now, and its coast.

Here is What I Have
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Four Poems: Here is what I have. There's was a drop of old rain on the pane today, just a dry spot where it used to be, that I should have seen- it was blown away, after the rain...

Roses, Beggars and Vagabonds
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I had just arrived at the Istanbul's main bazaar (open market), on a visit to Asia Minor, it was 1996; and after a late lunch was walking with a few friends down one of the many halls-with merchants on each side of me, selling everything under the sun, to include: rugs, copper and brass items, glass like evil-eyes on chains, to keep the bad spirits and omens away. Opposite me, across the hall and walking the other way, was a short old lady, with a blind gaunt old man...

Intruding Death
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In most cases we have no inkling of what awaits us, without warning within seconds our lives hang in the balance. The only reason I'm alive today, and not in my grave is that I've been rescued by God's crew so many times, I've lost count.

In a Still Heat
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: There was a painting that shows Myron Hightower, kept high on the wall in Charles Terrence Hightower's plantation, in Ozark, Alabama. He was the first Hightower that came to the America, in A.D. 1650, he was born 1620, and had a son Eugene Shep Hightower, his portrait is next to Myron's, born 1670, died 1767. And alongside that is Charles Shep Hightower born 1734 died 1800.

White Castle Hamburgers a Strange Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The road of the past was hard and smooth for the old man, a little dusty too, and early in the morning the old man sat in his easy chair trying to figure out a new short story to write, anyone, on anything would do from the far past-he had been dry for an idea on what to write. Perhaps a story, he said one before he was a soldier, and had traveled far away across the seas, something that provoked his Irish wits.

Little Girl Blue
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Let me call this for the present, two lost little kittens although lost might not be the correct word. The two little girls involved, one eight (Sharla) the other five (Sheryl), looked about for the house, my house, not knowing for sure what the correct number was, not even knowing if I was at home-they were taking a chance, but by familiarity they looked for my apartment house, and then stopped in front of it (it was a duplex, I lived upstairs). There was white snow drifting lightly across the road I remember as I had looked out the window prior, slouch on the sidewalks, and alongside of the road, it was a chilled late afternoon. The gale rubbing against their faces, the exposed surface of their flesh was red, near a crush like look.

To Walk With Dead Lions
[Arts-and-Entertainment] One hot afternoon a few miles outside of Havana they took him down from a tree he had hung himself-dead. There were smolder in the air, mixed with salty moister from the sea in the sky...

A Letter to Huancayo
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It should be known that the salvation in Christ is no new news, but a thing that has been told to all old and young alike-in Godly conversations and in all news medias, schools and Churches as well, accordingly, as they have now been aware by the word of God of what is expected of them. This poet, and writer of Jesus Christ to the strangers and citizens...

Unsullied Lightness
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He had been in a great battle, and he was a slayer of men, and had been slain, and a hundred years had passed, and then he was revived, and he was asked, "How long have you been sleeping?" and he looked about, yawned, stretched out his hands (he was very thin, his hair on his head was long, and his beard was very long, and he could see that his forearms were thin, and ankles were very thin: then he looked about at nature, the sun was bright, and everything was green, and the birds were singing, and the earth was marvelous, and he was hungry very hungry and extremely thirsty, and he replied with a hoarse and dried out voice, "Perhaps a day, or part of a day," he wasn't sure.

Shep's Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The first known Hightower, Myron Shep Charles Hightower, who came over to America in A.D. 1650, who built a brand-new plantation in Virginia, as settlements took over Indian lands, brought with him twenty-Englishmen, and bought forty-slaves along the way, to do one thing, and one thing only-some miles outside of Jamestown, and it was to create a private enterprise, backed up by rich and private financial backers, who were bankers in England-capitalists, and grow as much tobacco as possible, to sell back to the English people. After arriving, and unloading, and settling in, they started what history would not record, and hired the immigrants that came to America prior to before 1640, from what was known as England's marshes. Perhaps a hundred of them, along with the slaves and the men Myron brought with him, within three years he had an enterprise that was paying off.

Bavarian Sun
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was warm, but with a chill coming down into the Barbarian gorge, early in the morning, my bones lightly shivered. The sun had melted the last of the light patches of snow on the ground, as we drove along the potato fields. It was spring in the gorge but he sun was extremely warm. We came along the roadside, women were planting in the fields, and their backs were bent carrying seeds in their aprons. As we passed the cemetery a burial had just started. Chris (the German-Jewish young lady I had been dating), said, "My grandmother is buried here, I want to see her, I will be also be buried here, beside her right here in the cemetery (she had leukemia)."

To the High Lonesome
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here there were dead men, their clothing dishonored amongst the mud, some buried under the mud, their cloths protruding, Too-drunk Henry, walked among the dead, the battle the day before, was indecisive, smoke of the battle was still in the air, the smell of death reeked, the falling rain was washing all the blood stained bodies clean, medics were looking among the lying to see if any of the infantry were alive, moving caps and overcoats and dragging one body after the other to see and feel his pulse for any king of life signs. Every inch of ground to Corporal Too-drunk Henry from Ozark Alabama, who had some Indian and white blood in him, was covered with repulsion. He was one of the oldest soldiers in his company, at fifty-six years old, thought he'd join and do something heroic before he crooked; the patriotic example of his countrymen. Like Charles Hightower of the Hightower Plantation did in the War of 1812.

The Tale Of - The Kind Boy
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Let me call the kind boy, for the present, Tommy T. Thompson. The fair story or tale which now is lying before me (and now lying before you) need not be desecrated with my real designation, for he was a kind boy in heart indeed, to the uttermost regions of his young life.

Eight Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Out of the eight poems provided here, four are Poetic Prose, a few Visionary, a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more closely to the Auden style of: stanza, metrical rhythm, and rhyme. In saying that, I do believe all the poems are conveying a rich network of meaning, some of them painfully close bond between pleasure and destruction. They should appeal to the senses and create images in our minds, for poetry is just that kind of language that most complexly and effectively qualifies.

The Devil Gets the Best
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A Short History of the times: it was a time, Arabs could travel from Tripoli to Tangier without ever moving from the shade of olive trees to comfort them; a time when towns and cities sprung up everywhere; a time of great architecture, and when literature found new voices. An era when the beauty of Rome sparkled from England, throughout Italy, and pert near all of Europe for the most part, along with parts of Africa, and Asia; where forums, temples, aqueducts, and theaters reached the Roman world side to side, and revealed its wealth.

Obama Honored For Noble? (God Help Us All)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] After hearing Obama was honored for the Noble Peace Prize, my wife asked: "Is there something wrong out there in this world," she hesitated for my answer, not hearing one, or getting one, then added "is the world wrong, or am I?" she said (after reading the news of Obama's Nobel Prize, and I knew what she meant). "The world!" I answered.

A Fear and a Dream (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "A determined little driver," someone said, out of the group standing outside the post office, eating their lunch, smoking cigarettes. They were remarking about her size and determination to drive a big truck, that usually only men drove, she was a post office carrier, only having learned how to drive a year earlier, at the ripe old age of forty-three years old.

Uncle Lee's Last Go-Around!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I know what they said. They said I didn't know Uncle Lee very well, or all that much, that he was a crazy poet and writer, who, if he didn't die of a heart attack or stroke, would have killed himself in another year or two or three on some crazy adventure.

The Last Half a Dollar! (1928)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Okay," Mr. Pitman said to Bryan Nelson, but nineteen-years old, "you bring me fifty-cents a week and I'll trust that you will, but if you go and die on me, I'll keep the batch of land, and the shanty house on it, with its broken down-once white-picked-fence. And I'll not charge you a cent of interest like banks do, and insurance companies do, and all you got to do is stop by my place on Fridays, preferably, before noon, and pay me the half a dollar."

They Have Not Perished
[Arts-and-Entertainment] And I know them also. I had seen them also. Who had never been further from their island, Easter Island than I could return by night to sleep?

A Ferocious Centipede
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Scene: In the dining room, by a window, in back of a table, a rug on the floor. Enter Elsie, seemingly happy, a smile on her face, a rag in her right hand as if she is going to polish the dinning room table, she stops abruptly looks down and about, as if she saw something run under the rug, folds her hands and leans down closer and takes in a deep breath, as she looks up towards the ceiling...

Curse of the Sphinx
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Not one police guard or soldier saw him, other than the soldier captain, and the guide who was with the stranger in the unanimous dark night, standing between the two large feet of the Sphinx, in Egypt, outside of Cairo. But in a few minutes there would be no one who did not know the taciturn man who came from America, who now stood deeply inside those two paws of the Sphinx (side by side)-no one that is within a mile from the Sphinx, he took a picture with his camera, a flash that lit up the midnight area...

The Long Waiting
[Arts-and-Entertainment] So she was finally alone at the last. And nobody in the world to know, to interfere, and I suppose it was like the world itself had not yet been invented. I got thinking standing over her body that had stopped breathing two hours before-this is the finality and the enduring which must be endured, because it is so-at last, is simply part of my lifetime.

The Subversive Summer
[Arts-and-Entertainment] So finally I had to see it, to believe it, not that believing it was all that important, but on my own belief, my own negative or-and/or personal conviction that her only defense was to frighten me cold, Nothing' wrong with her first and last idea, to which the only answers was nothing-seeing (not hearing) was believing even if she denied it, refuted it, I could claim it, affirm it, even if no one believed it-I'd know (and I think everyone else knew anyhow). In any case, that's how it stood, how it was, going to be-until that is, proven otherwise, and at present all that remained was to go and find out which would be like walking into a lions den ('Did you do, or are you doing, what others are saying you are doing, or what I think you're doing?') No one to save her...if confirmed.

Death-date! (From a Dream)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I was at a shopping mall, a number of guests jumped into my car that one had to put herself in the back part of the hatchback area because all the other spaces or sitting areas were taken. I drove a ways, asked if we should go to a nightclub-restaurant, I wanted a sandwich, and I kind of felt everyone else wanted to dance and drink, and perhaps were hungry also. Somehow we got off course, and I got onto a one-way street, and thereafter, I got onto one after the other one-way streets, as if it was a suicide in the makings; therefore I felt I had to park the car to see how to get around this situation, and now I was with only one other person, that was in the car, the rest must of remained in the car waiting, or something ...

Old Josh, In - Heyo the Road!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When Josh Jefferson left for New Orleans with Mr. Hightower's buggy and two horses, Silas and Jordon and I worked on preparing the barn. Silas went off on his own and to mend a fence out in one of the fields and there was just Jordon and me. Granny Mae was looking out of the Hightower kitchen window, at the new corral, Silas and Jordon had build a few days earlier; now they had two, one behind the barn the other alongside the field.

"Weep!" (Soldier Boys of the 21st Century)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "This country, your country, his country (pointing at the boy)-mine, it's all wrecked, impure, cracked, shattered, damaged by all those godforsaken war-worms, long before he was even born (looking at the husband and then turning to look at the boy)," she savagely remarked. "Oh yes, the forefathers (she continued) I haven't forgotten them, those heroes we read about in grandchild, who fought and died for it, us, this country, you and me, so we could produce a litter for the next generation to fight and die for the following generation to do the same, now all they can say in their dirt hole is that they fought for an illusion..."

Culture Must Conquer the Globe (Globalism)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] How important is culture and learning another language, and why? If we are to protect the world and its resources, and other essentials, we must first decide at what point we will oppose those who wish to stop the movement of world cultures, in what is called Globalism.

An Old Photo
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I was looking at an old photo today, one of all my three children mixed in with me... (at a park, in St. Paul, Minnesota, way back when, during one summer picnic event, I would guess) a voice inside my head, told me I was going to go to sleep pretty soon, for a very long time, and when I woke up, perhaps, we'd all be reunited (if at all they'd like that, and if we were in the same dimension), so it was best I write, write this, write it now, today. I was looking at this old photo you see, as I mentioned before, Cody to my right-his hand reaching up and over my shoulder, laying soft and gentle, and Shawn to my left-his hand holding onto mine, solid and firm, and Zaneta in the middle, her hands to her sides, like a little wooden soldier- myself, behind her.

Sons of the Old Men
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was in time past, that names carried great weight with them. For we were a people (in those far-off days, in many of the lands throughout the world) who paid much attention to our old men, gave them much honor; youth even in my day-sixty some years ago was especially careful to preserve good character of their old men, for their names sake (in particular in the United States where I grew up with a Russian-Polish family, and even in the seventies, in Europe, where I lived for four years).

The Trooper (Under an Ash White Sky, 1878)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Prologue :) The battle had ended, and he was one, if not the only trooper left, of a regiment, part of the horse soldiers, of Troop G, no one knew if he simply escaped from the valley, wondered off before the massacre, or after, or during; no one knew much except his name, rank, and where they found his dead body, so all I can do is tell you the end of the story...as close as I can, and give you as much detail as anyone could, some parts are conjecture, for upon his death bed he moaned them out...!

Under a Blue Sky (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Certainly there is no hurting like the hurting of a deceased mother and those who have hurted long enough and hard enough will never hurt quite as much again, thereafter. You will endure a variety of things with determination, but one's interest seldom holds because the hurting thing, that ordinary thing, life is a bit horizontal, flat as would be ice-cream, once the taste buds have melted off your tongue. After a mother dies, food tastes like swimming pool water in your mouth, like oil around your lips, and you often smell as you feel brittle, toasted like bread, and when you eat it, it never quite tastes as it should (not for a very long time anyhow).

A Near Brush With Death
[Arts-and-Entertainment] So I've heard, a bullet, rocket or shell that hits you, you never hear it upon impact. The reason being, all is over, said and done, and if not you are usually unconscious. But I personally-for myself anyhow, somewhat disagree; I heard every rocket that hit our ammo dump, that evening until morning. Each incoming rocket came with a whistling sound, like a siren in low key, that never reached a roar status until it hit something, like our water tank, or five-ton tuck, or simply the guard shack, or dirt-then crash, and a shower of debris, and broken boards along with this and that, and scraps of metal flying all about, hunks of burning metal soaring by my face, I had seen and heard it all, had I been hit, whose to say what then, you're dead, and the dead don't talk, explain, or even question.

The Night in Saigon
[Arts-and-Entertainment] had stared at the plane. Barley lit, it seemed anchored on the runway, at the U. S. Military Air Base in Saigon. Though I had been in Vietnam for a year, I hadn't yet got used to being an inhabitant, although I felt like one. In the countries that surrounded us and all their cities seldom did they produce much illumination at night-that is, all through the night. In many homes a lantern was lit low, or a candle in the darkness, it was feared once lit, that the Vietcong (VC) might select this moment in time to plague their city or home, with an outbreak of violence, it was more to be feared than Berlin's so called Iron Curtain. I had come from twentieth-century America, to fight a war in this 18th century half lit country.

The Book Report
[Arts-and-Entertainment] One of the purposes of a writer is to create, construct, and produce something better (from morning to night), until- somewhere along the line, you say: that's it, I can't do better, or this is my masterpiece, or I'm simple out of steam and can't write anymore or it doesn't pay, or I lost interest in it. I was never cut out to be a writer in the first place ((for such people they have suffered foolishly and gladly, so it would seem...

The Old Fur Tailor
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When he saw me coming in through the door, onto the porch of our boarding house (more on the order of a duplex), the ninety-three year old man, thin as a bean, a retired fur tailor looked up and then reached over to greet me, as often he did in those few months I lived there. "Get me a beer," he said. I went upstairs to the refrigerator in the hallway where I kept my one case of beer, where I put several bottles in the refrigerator to cool for when I got home from work...

Death by Thirst
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Presumed, day one, two and three) "I can't swallow very well; my salivary glands are starting to dry up; I've been under the sweltering sun for hours, unaccountable hour's now. My body is being cooled by the constant cold water tossed over me at pretty many regular intervals. The sound of the smashing waves continually is having its affect on me, sound effects-drumming through my ears, my whole body. The wooden raft I am on is swinging back and forth, like a tugboat in a storm, but there is no storm, similar to a wrestler throwing me everywhichway. There is no way to get dry, no rain to drink. I know I have perhaps five days of life in me.

Planet SSARG-Homeland (Chapter Three - Part Of - "The Cadaverous Planets")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Part three of Nineteen [See notes for overview]. Not sure why he calls these parts, they are really chapters I'd say. I mean they all involve Siren, I think, on this ongoing 19-chapter story of her on planet SSSARG. It is getting a bit more involved I see. I have not read this before, he is taking them off his napkins he had hidden since June, 2005, three months after he came home from Peru. The first 26-chapter he wrote in Peru. Oh well I am anxious to see four.

The Demons of Ed Gein
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The character of Ed Gein was a deep significance to my babysitter, and in a monologue of openness and immediacy she achieved a poignant description of his covert life to me, essential to the whole brutality of his doings, to include his lack of humanity, and his bamboozling those around him, in some kind of display of joviality, his lack of compassion penetrated my pores, stained the surface of my skin. To Elisabeth La Rose, her lady friend was of sound mind, quick, and optimistic, the same as she described her friend Ed, whom would come to visit her somewhat regularly, but sparsely.

Flies in the Ammo Shack
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was a hot afternoon in the ammo dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wooden boards-flat timber for the most part, you could see through their cracks, placed crooked alongside one another; also the shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and very broken. Planted on four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded it, giving a playground for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

The Mule and the Horse
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Figuratively speaking, my grandpa, he had already -from the day one, that is, from the first day he saw me at birth-taken the restraining lines, the bridle, you know the harness that goes around a horses head and put it on mine, or thought he did. You might even say he had his foot in the stirrup, to get into the drivers seat-allegorically speaking, ahead of time. At least that is how I feel about the whole thing.

Miss Saigon - Horse Race in Lima, 2005 (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Read an interesting horse race at the Lima Downs, and see how Miss Saigon did in the race, back in the summer of 2005... "All right," Rosa said, "here they come." Papa Augusto, I and Rosa my wife were at the Lima race track, and the horses had finished their walk around the track. "Who did you bet on," Rosa asked me. "Miss Saigon, the same as you..." I said. "Just remember," She remarked, "it's a triple header (trifecta), if you win, meaning you will get three times the amount on the ticket, on the third winning horse.

A Christmas Bet (1958)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We could hear the television on in the living room, grandpa was watching it. My brother Mike and I looked at all the presents scattered under the tree, where mother had wrapped them in Christmas colored paper, with our names on them, we were in the kitchen finishing up our supper-pork steak, and pork n beans, the gifts were in the next room over.

Thick Men of War
[Arts-and-Entertainment] They are all dead now, once thick men, now dead and bloated, a little pale about the face. Their wives and children in rural and suburban homes, not nearly paid for, with long green lawns in which they need mowing.

A Life Who Repeats Itself
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Poems were written while in El Tambo, Huancayo, Peru, in one afternoon at the Mia Mamma Cafe, as an unusual project, for the future To be given out as a gift to special friends... Index of Poems. City of Twigs...

The Circular Years
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There have been three books written on Shannon O'Day and some independent sketches, this is one of those sketches, for the curious reader who wishes to know more about Shannon's earlier years, especially how he came about for the liking of his most precious substance - booze! The world, which grownups call civilization, or the city or county or country, is composed of a hazy, perhaps never-ending flow of thoughts, and to an eight-year old boy, I could say any boy, with a vast accumulation of energy, but in this case, that is, in particular, Shannon O'Day's case, he fits the bill quite well.

Judas Iscariot's Secret
[News-and-Society:Religion] It was a stiff shock for me, one of the bitterest I ever had to look at. And it all came about through my awkwardness. Even yet sometimes, when I think of it, I want to howl if not swear or simply kick myself. Perhaps, even now, for a time looking at it, there possible could be a kind of contentment in making myself look low-priced by telling of it. But I will tell it nonetheless.

The Galleries at Babel
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I looked up; saw a crack in the heavens, Saw inimitable ancient words once written: Then I looked down upon the galleries at Babel. From broken balconies - I saw that there resided Great books and works, once inaccessible.

The Old Huancayo Theater
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The old Huancayo theater house, where the dance (Marinera) was to be held was, in Ximena H's day, and surely is now, a dreary enough place. Perhaps the most unsightly building on that long narrow stretch of road between the Plaza de Arms in downtown Huancayo, and all the way to the old theater house itself.

The Stranger's Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Federico Cristobal Palacios, he looked persistently interested in something, exactly what he didn't say, and no one exactly asked him what he was doing there, having nothing to do with the charge of the large chicken franchise. He sat down by the time card, near the office, in the back of the largest chicken café in Huancayo, Peru.

To Have - And Never Have Had (Part II of II)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Performing-Arts] "I loved her," said Professor Wes, "more than anything else, above anything else. She is by far the best of the lot of women I've met, I've married I mean, she's just recently an agitator in all I do." "Why?" asked Corporal Evens. "It's part of being her, Georgette, that's her name. Do you want to see her picture?" he said now pie-eyed, the drinks had hit him.

To Have and Never Have Had (a Dramatic-romance, Short Story) Part I of II
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "I hear you have been seeing a few women at the American Hotel, NCO Club again," she said. "And don't deny it, more than one person told me they saw you with your hands around a young military nurse."

As a Sleeping Man Kills a Fly (A Story About a Season of Death)
[Home-and-Family:Death-Dying] When I die, I do hope it is not as quick as a sleeping man swats kills a fly. That is how my aunt Rose died, and my cousin, Larry died, and how my uncle Chris died in the hospital, unattended, all alone in the dark; it all happened suddenly and abrupt, without warning-to all mentioned, all in the matter of a few years, on nice seasonal days.

Old Man Bernabe ((Based in Fact (In English and Spanish))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He came into the bedroom of his wooden shack in the small city of Satipo, in the Central Jungle of Peru, and opened up the window while the old man, Bernabe was still sleeping in the early part of the morning. The old man was trembling somewhat, his bronze face, had turned white, and he looked ill. And as he moved about in bed, it seemed to his lawyer and constant companion of sorts-his aging body was more than aching, it was being drained of its life's resources.

Yesterday (A Shannon O'Day Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Gus O'Day had not always been a Minnesota corn farmer. But the time when he had not been, his neighbors, or even his brother Shannon could not remember, it was more than forty-five years ago, and it was such a short period of time in his life that only the old men at the County Old Folks Farm could recall it, and to be quite honest, in 1956 (several months before he'd die of a heart attack), it was hard for them to even recall it, and most of them did not, because in that time he was not yet even twenty-years old.

The Bullfight (Issues Around The La Corrida De Toros)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] The bullfight, it is a tragedy, and not a sport, nor a contest between the bull and matador-for the most part. It is, as I said, a tragedy, insofar as, the death of the bull. Yes, there is a dangerous link involving the bullfighter against the bull, but inevitable death for the bull.

La Resistencia Falls of Satipo and Extremity of Terror!" (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] My name is Chick Evens. I was visiting the Central Jungles of Peru, in July of 2009, with two family members, and our driver Aaron, and I could not help being interested in the many waterfalls the Satipo jungle had, I felt the greatest desire to go find out, and with my brother-in-law, David, my wife Rosa, and our driver, we paid Aaron seventy soles to take us to two waterfalls, the last being La Resistencia. I was-as my wife already knew, in the habit of going on some of the maddest if not freakish trips in the world: and, when I now think of it, it appears to me, a million marvels that I am alive today.

Coming Home, One Survivor (A Vietnam War Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chick Evens, still alive coming home from the Vietnam War, 1971, wasn't the first war hero to finally straggle back to St. Paul, Minnesota. He was just the one my father and mother bothered to tell me about, when we met him at the airport. It had been eight months since last he had been back through St. Paul. My father (Chick's uncle) discovering at the last minute that that afternoon his flight was coming in that we'd meet him, the airport being several miles away. I sat alone in the car, as my father went to find him.

Grandpa's Tobacco Jar (1957) In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Was Chick a sneak? Yes, oh yes, sneaky he was-likened to a spider to a fly...

Throats of a Thousand Demons (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I heard the screams and yelling of a thousand demons, sounds of destruction and immediate death-it all came from the helm of a distant old wooden vessel. But one demon passed through the whole atmosphere around and above me...

The Mystery of Stone Ship ((in English and Spanish)(from the Satipo Jungles, Peru))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It's a very old rock structure, brown, with a sandy like texture to it, about the size of a 17th Century Ship, it resides in the middle of the Perene Rio, in the Central Jungles of Peru, called Satipo. Deep within the jungle nearby this rock structure, lived a tribe of natives, the 'Ashaninka,' derived from the earlier natives called the 'Arawak' ...I have visited an Ashaninka tribe myself; they are a warm hearted peaceful people, very creative in the arts. And so now for the Legend...

The Conley Boys (Based on Actual Events)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dan Conley climbed into the car where his younger brother Jessie was sitting behind the steering wheel, waiting for him, after running out of the bank from robbing it. He set down the bag of cash on the floor, between his legs, and knocked on the dashboard with his fist, as if to say: job competed let's get the hell out of here.

Baby Obese (in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The slow morning clouds swerved on. It would be first light, the crack of dawn after a while, and he would be asking for his coffee, plain, strong and dark, but that would be in a few hours yet, he was now only cold, and remaining under his two blankets, as he tried to go back to sleep, which would cure that. His breathing appeared to be with less effortless now, in the thin mountain air, and then he decided to get up and walk about his first floor apartment, and he looked out the window, he knew it was near daybreak, the night almost ended...

"Nothing Will Come of Nothing" (Chapter Three, A Light Drama) At the Cafes, Les Deux Magots
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are now into Chapter three of the story, and Evens' lady friend wants to have breakfast after a disappointing night. It was a warm summer night and I sat at an outside table on the covered entrance of the Cafe de Fore, Tony had just left, and Bernadette was watching me get drunk and the electric lights on under the terrace that read in neon lights, "Cafe de Flore," switched on, there was a stop sign and traffic lights I was watching in front of our table, and a crowd of people walking by taxis pulling up and pulling out and dropping off folks for evening dinner, on two sides of the cafe.

"Nothing Will Come of Nothing" (Chapter One - A Light Drama)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Performing-Arts] Tony Garcia was once a karate expert, champion in San Francisco. To be frank, I wasn't really all that impressed by the so called designation given him on behalf of the Gojo kai, Karate Dojo, but it meant a lot to Tony.

Nothing Will Come of Nothing (Chapter Two - A Light Drama To Europe)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Performing-Arts] That summer Tony Garcia went for a weekend to Augsburg, with Katherine and Hans, and Bernadette, with his novel, and it was accepted by a fairly first-rate publisher, with the help of Arthur Burg, a rich Polish-German Jew, living in Augsburg, and a friend to Hans Gunderson. It had previously been published by a Paris publisher, with a first edition of only 1200 copies, which only sold three hundred to date, it would be now translated into German, as well as French.

The Old Cigar Box (Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A poem, poetic prose, about a cigar box, an old, old, very old, cigar box. What more can I say, it stares at me!

The Tiamat, In - Refugees From Yort (Part Three)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Stampede of the demigods were heard around the Mediterranean Sea, all the way to the Black Sea, to the land of the pre Hittites (the Catal Huyuk Culture, which did not survive past 5700 BC, but lived as far back as 7500 BC and shared the same blood as the Yorkites, but up and disappeared, an unknown extinction, it is was said, they disappeared about a generation after the disappearance of the demigods, sometime after a great flood, of which there were several in this area of the world, and after the death of Sinned); and the echo of York traveled all the way to Amazon Female Warriors of Konya Plain, to Kish, and Uruk, and Damascus. The Queen, Queen Ellen and her daughter, had asked for help from these pre-Hittites from Cappadocia and in eastern Anatolia.

The Tiamat, In - King Thesas' Weakness (Part Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In part one we saw the Tiamat and her horde of demonic helpers destroying the city of Yort, now Sinned, is explaining to his scribe, the background of the weak king's past, and his grandfather and father's achievements compared to King Thesas III, a coward. This is the follow up to "The Tiamat, and the Demonic Stampede."

Uni's Street Corner (A Short Story on Immigrant Life)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Performing-Arts] This is the author's second Prose short Story, written 1984. Which tells of a young girl in Minnesota, an immigrant, and her grandfather, and how the public respond to her...very interesting.

The Tiamat, and the Demonic Stampede, 6820 BC (a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The author has written three books and several tales on the adventures of the Tiamat, and Sinned. Published in 2002, this being the first published story since. The story here takes place around 6,820 BC, with her antagonist being Sinned, a man close to the One God.

A Telephone Wait (Cody's Invisible Dime, Summer of '81) A Short Story, in English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a charming short, very short story of a nine year old boy, who tries to call his father, with a magical and invisible dime. A true story.

Big Blow Off Maui (A Storm, 2001, Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was dark and there was water in the street and no lights on the road, and the trees were blown down everywhere, I had heard once we got off the plane at the Maui airport, a storm was coming, it evidently had come. The streets and everything was full of water, gutters, and cars and just everywhere was water and the wind was picking up, a moon was scarcely seen overhead and dark clouds and plenty rough weather seemed to be brewing. So I grabbed my wife's hand and got into the escorted tourist van. And we were headed for our hotel within minutes; it was off the Western Harbour.

Sons With No Mothers (A Short Story on Greed)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Every time I meet Adelmo and Jaime (these two sons without mothers) they greet me, walking with or without friends, down the streets or in the plaza of Huancayo, Peru, they put their hands out to me. "Hello Lee, old friend," they say to me. I tell them, "You have no blood in your face." It is bad and a cold insult to a Peruvian. But true in their cases, and they know it. And it doesn't faze them. And they tell me some sad story of how little they have. They make it very sad, they even believe what they're telling me, believe in their own lies.

Kina Malpartida Vs Halana Dos Santos, In - Championship Fight (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "I never saw a female boxer fight so hard to the styles of a man before, and with near the same strength, clean and swift and as beautiful as Mohammad Ali. There never was a woman like that. She moved just like a bull and tiger both in one, like Rocky Marciano, she was a little nervous at first though." Lee told his drinking buddy, Enrique.

Old Josh, In - Sweet Pea Hard-Hearted, 1893
[Arts-and-Entertainment] For those folks who have followed the Old Josh series, these past four years, of which this is number 83, in the sketches, and will be a book soon, not much has been said on Sweet Pea, his wife, I think only in one sketch was she ever brought out in, other then that, she was just mentioned here and there. So here for the first time you get a better look at her. And usually Josh and Silas do all the talking, this time it is Josh and Jordon.

Old Josh, In 'Catfish Stew' (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new short story of Old Josh, the author started writing them in August of 2005, and has written 82, in the past four years. This is the newest one yet: it involves his two friends Amoes and Toby who go fishing, and Josh, who goes fishing at Goose Creek, and guess who gets the fish? I can't tell you, but I bet your guess is as good as mine.

Burying Shannon O'Day (Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "All right," Otis Wilde Mather says. "Then I will pay for his funeral, and his headstone, since no one else will-" "Gentlemen and Ladies," said the lawyer, Miles C. Hoffman, and the young one, Annabelle Henry the first one standing up and sternly saying and near tears, "Can't you all see, Mr. Shannon O'Day was a part of our lives, we all need to make him a big gravestone, not just leaving it up to Otis, because Otis is rich and handsome and kind, and was a close friend to Shannon. This is when all the characters that are used in the Shannon O'Day, stories come together, near all I'd say, and it is interesting to see them at...?

Day of the Damned Horses - A WWI Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Cantina knew ever since he had come back from his war-some forty years ago, as Shannon called it, World War One, there was a since of duty that remained in him. As if he should have died, but survived for some reason. Shannon O'Day in the middle of battle, 1916, and after the battle he goes on R&R, to Paris and else where...

On the Porch in the Summers (Grandpa and Me) - A Short Sketch
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Performing-Arts] From a little after midmorning, until near twilight of a long still, anguish dead summer day, we'd be on the porch, old grandpa Anton, still swearing away, cussing as always. Mom said it was his way of getting it out-on that fresh hot artless porch with a sofa on it, and screens all around it, with blinds half down, fastened with a string, feeling the blinds would keep the sun out and the porch would be fresher, but when it was stationary (or so it seemed) between east and west, going down in the west.

"The Donkeyland Bums" (Afterward, to The Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] In the story, and novelette, "The Donkeyland Bums," in the concluding chapter, thereafter is an 'Afterward,' I have not shared it with you good readers, so here it is, although short at best, it winds up the three part story, and to be quite frank, I have not shared part two and three with you either, but for now I will share the Afterward. The story is about Chick Evens and John L. going on a trip from Minnesota to Long Beach in the fall of 1967, and the arrive back in St. Paul, just before Thanksgiving Day, and Chick Evens finds a place to live at Larry's house his attic.

Neighbors With Lots of Dogs (Love of the Mutt)
[Relationships:Love] There are two kinds of people I've observed since I moved next door to a dog lover who has five-smelly dogs who piss all over the garden and try to bite every passerby as the old lady, takes them across the street for their daily run, and piss. She does this five times a day, their daily runs. And my garden is weltering to nothing; as are a few other folks around here. And when I confront her, she bellows out every cuss word known to the human race. How much should we love those mutts? that is the question. And how healthy is it? that is not one of the questions, but it begs to be answered.

The Donkeyland Bums (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Chick Evens narrates from his diary :) "In the following days, Whitey took John and me, along with Gene on several tours around the city, up and own Sunset Boulevard, looking at the whores walking back and forth. Driving slowly, and stopping by Dean Martin's nightclub. And then up into Beverly Hills. The police stopping Gene, who was doing the driving, and questioning him why the carload of people buzzing about these premises: and Whitey simply said, "We're showing our Minnesota kin, how the rich folk live down here." Three incomplete chapters have been left out of this story,the third part to this this 11 month sage, the author traveled the United states from Minnesota to Seattle, to Chicago, Milwaukee, and down to Omaha, and then to California, at the age of 19 and 20. Which led into his travels to San Francisco, Europe, and the War in Vietnam, and since that time 700,000 more air miles...

Riding the Rails - Chicago Bound (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Performing-Arts] The train was coming, he could feel the distinct power in its movement of the ground, unlike anything else, it woke him up-vibrated through his feet to his stomach and arms and throat and jaw and teeth, startled his inners, the sound was so loud and powerful, he could feel, if not sense, and was convinced the train would soon bear down upon him. It's a boys dream to jump a ride on a train, and Chick Evens had to try it...even if at the end of the road, or tracks there resided disappointment...!

Inside Job - Stillwater Prison & the Day Before Yesterday (A Shannon O'Day Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] And Otis' plan was two fold. Get him a new sentence, another five or ten years, or do him in. Whichever one was favorable, under whatever circumstances prevailed, in accordance to the time period; and the less people that knew, the better off, to include Shannon O'Day himself.

Angels and Demons - Movie Review - A Dud
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Movies-TV] Let me say this in as few words I can, the movie "Angels and Demons," to me was a dud, failure as a motion picture, and I would imagine as a book (I haven't read the book but if it is anything like the movie, it is a dud also). It had nothing new under the sun. I am not sure who the angels were, other than the statues throughout Rome and the Vatican, and Tom Hanks, who is emotionless in this movie runs around Rome, and in particular the Vatican grounds looking at them, in and out of Catholic churches, St. Peter's Square, as the new Pope is being elected. What we have here is a murder sequence, as old as the hills.

Feeding a Dead Horse (The Case of Dana Stanley, Godchild to Shannon O'Day)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dana Stanley, born September 27, 1942, met Edward Morrill born August 28, 1930, while working as a teacher's aide in the Dakota County school system. Dana was a student at the High School. Sometime during the school year of 1958, Edward Morrill engaged in consensual sexual intercourse with Dana Stanley, whom was sixteen-years old at the time, and Edward, some ten-years her senior.

Closed Out (A Shannon O'Day Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Why in fact, Mr. Short was initially confused on the Kent Peterson murder he didn't let out, but the sheriff, Dakota Country, Sheriff Terry Fauna, never pursued the murder, or his inquisitive nature, just let it go, again both Gus and Short were puzzled. It appeared it never needed the law to close out the case; it just did on its own, as if someone pulled the blinds down. Now instead of Shannon hanging out with Gus, because of his browbeating over wanting to know the details of the killing, what wasn't brought out in court, wanting to know, what he didn't know, or pretended he didn't know, but he should have known, if indeed he did kill Kent...

The Pawnshop - Recollections of Shannon O'Day's Father - A Sketch
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I wasn't born yet, so it was Gus my brother who was ten-years my senior who was old enough and big enough to remember for it all to make sense. That is, it was Gus and Sally O'Day, my cousin, my father's brother, Uncle Marty. They both-Sally and Gus were nine-years old at the time, both born the same year as one another. My mother, Ella, her sister Emma, married my father's brother. But when Gus just called her Sally and dropped the cousin thing-he said it sounded too bonehead like, well, so did I when I got born, and was old enough to reason it out. We all lived in the same city, of St. Paul, at the time. Anyhow, I still hadn't gotten born yet, so this is what Gus knew and Sally knew until I got born and big enough for them to tell me about it. And so when I say-we, I mean, all three of us, and the city of St. Paul to boot. The Continuation of the Shannon O'Day saga.

Obama - Balloon Full of Air
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Well, he learned one thing, it is not so easy to run a country, as he told everyone he was going to do, and in the process cut president Bush down, and now ends up doing the same thing, and eliminates the freedom to of checks and balances in the government. I think we are in for a rough road ahead with this new president...

Otis Wilder Mather's Revenge (A Shannon O'Day Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Otis Wilder Mather, had taken the $500-dollars Shannon O'Day had given him, back in the early 40s, invested it in Ozark. Alabama, livestock, and became rich, obliged to no man. Not that he didn't owe a much obliged to someone. This was years later of course, Many a hard and wet and snowy and grey winter had come and gone in Minnesota, left between his visits to see Shannon O'Day, his truly one and only friend up in Minnesota. He even drove his brand new 1955 Ford sports car, Thunderbird; and owned his own meat market on Jackson Street and two more in Ozark, and one in Shanty Town, seven miles outside of Ozark. In the ongoing sage of Shannon O'Day, the author give you a look into one of the other character's life, Otis, the friend from Ozark, Alabama...

"Hullababloo" (A Shannon O'Day Short Murder Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It began in the fall of 1953, or a year prior. Oh maybe not, perhaps it started in the summer of 1951, or even sooner, but it shaped itself into a hullabaloo between the two, when he was ordered to paint his house and barn, paint for fifteen days.

Not Even One Hooting Owl Left (Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The inside walls was the remains of an old barn one that was never quiet, he had worked it when he was a kid, he remembered how it sheltered animals, kept the hay dray in the loft, stored the machinery snug against the walls. It had stood with the farm, and family through the good and bad times, through their joys and great efforts, it was their lives, it was part of his life-if the barn could talk and it did talk to Shannon O'Day, so he said, time and again, from one ...

Amaze ((Gay and Angry)(a Short Story))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] She troubled me, and my wife, and from what I remember of her foster parents she troubled them, but most people seemed to like her, especially those who went on that school trip I once took with her to South Dakota, to: the Bad Lands, and Black Hills and Mount Rushmore. Her foster mother and father presided over some of the children on that trip of this Minnesota rural district, where my granddaughter, Maria-Lee lived (I had remarried, and so Maria was no relation to my new wife).

The Third Wife - 1951-1953 - A Shannon O'Day Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] For those who do not know the ongoing story, or saga of Shannon O'Day, the first book "Cornfield Laughter," shows Shannon O'Day as an old man, he dies in 1967, at the age of 67-years old; the book opens in the year 1966. His fourth wife is Gertrude (who he had his second daughter with, and who survives him), who leaves him stranded in the cornfields of Minnesota one morning, and is never seen of again; and his fifth and last wife is Maribel, who he marries, after meeting her at the diner in St. Paul, and they divorce after the winter of that year, and he goes onto dating Annabelle, who is less than half his age, but never marries her.

Devil Condors and Witches of Ica
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When we started our morning trip to Ica, from Lima, the sun was bright, and shiny, and the air was fresh and cool. Just as I liked it, and as I was about to leave the hotel to meet the chaffier of the private car I rented, and depart, Manuel LLosa (the maitre de'hotel of the Americana, where I was staying) rushed to greet me, said to the chaffier to drive carefully, holding the door open for me: "It is spring here sir, and it is nice and sunny ...

A Quiet, Felt Moment - A Short Story For Old Folks Only! (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When we get old, everyone young seems to think life is a one way street, and old folks don't count. It gets a little harder to sleep, & things bother you.

The Frozen Tongue - A Very Short Story - In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The cold Minnesota winters have a few things in common with kids, one is frozen tongues on metal. The sidewalk around the garage was scattered with broken, long and heavy ice icicles, once frozen onto the rim of the garage roof. I was but ten-years old back then, back in the winter of 1957, and I had heard how cold metal or iron, would freeze a person's tongue onto its surface, as quick as the clap of an eye.

"The Rose Room" - Short Story About the Stockyards in Minnesota (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chick Evens went to work for the stockyards one summer in 1966, near the town-let of South Saint Paul, the summer was extremely hot, and you could bake an egg on the sidewalks. His mother worked at Swift's Meats (in the meatpacking department), the company which he now came to be employed at, made a deep impression on Chick's mind and he never forgot the thoughts and experiences that came to him during those last months of that summer working at the stockyards inside a packing house (cutting up carcasses of hogs), and especially delivering animal waste to the Rose Room!

The Bluff - 1946 - A Shannon O'Day Sketch
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "The Bluff" and "Bushel of Spoiled Eggs," written: 5-12-2009, part two to the three part story, "The Half Tramp" being part one and part three being the "Cornfield Burner" it tells about Shannon O'Days second wife...As told by: Mabel O'Day (Widow to Gus O'Day). And so Otis Wilde Mather took off to Ozark, Alabama, and he'd wait sixteen-years before he'd return to Minnesota, whereupon, he'd meet Margaret-Rose Ramsey, Shannon O'Day's second wife to be.

Unseen - Death at Ten, A Short Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He shall not forget the moment he walked though those metal doors, it was his own first sight of death, there was a cold chilly silence in the room, he stood about while Mrs. La Rose saw, and claimed the dead body to be her husband's-discolored and bloated; he was ten-years old, she was his babysitter. The man was just lying there; it was to him, new and terrifying.

Kiran Chetry Speaks Out on Notre Dame's Decision
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Now here is a young lady, Kiran Chetry, with some grit, guts, and faith. I am not a Catholic, but if I was I would put her on my shoulders and be proud of her-I even think the Pope ought to recognize her for her getup and go. Notre Dame University, I do not think cares for her rebellion against the establishment's decision making process, and I can understand why. With the president of the United States coming to give a speech and get his Honorary, Doctorate, free of charge, is too much for some true Christians.

A Hamlet in Minnesota (Gray Cloud Island, 1962, a Chick Evens Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A short story on Minnesota, drinking and kids, and near trouble! They drove out of the city limits (of ST. Paul) all four teenagers, drinking in the car; they seemed to have driven out of nothing into nowhere. And all of a sudden there was a crash, and Chick Evens standing looking down at the car, his car, a 1952, Desoto, and three bodies in the car, the car smashed to smithereens, totaled (he was in stone black stillness, as if high up in a tree, looking down), everything unmoving, his brain was numb, curious.

"Cornfield Burner" (1950 - Chapter Three - To "The Half Tramp")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the third book in the making, of Shannon O'Day. "What proofs have you Mr. Gus O'Day?" ask Judge Finely. "I told you the nigger got into my cornfield, was drunk waiting for my brother Shannon to show up and he was the only one there!"

About Writing War Stories (An Upfront Article)
[Writing-and-Speaking:Writing] I have written many war stories, to include the Korean War, having a close friend in that war. Also World War One, the one my grandfather was in, and World War Two, the one my Uncle Frank died in, and Uncle Wally was a POW in. I even wrote a few things about the civil war, but mostly the Vietnam War, the one I participated in, in 1971.

The Old Couple in Athens ((1995)(A Short Story))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] An old man and his wife with raggedy old cloths on, and the man, with an warn smidgen hat, both droopy eyed, walked slowly down a hill, alongside of a road in Athens, Greece, in the fall of 1995, and with very dusty and patched cloths. They both stopped when they saw me. There was a small bridge that crossed over a canal, up ahead of them; I had been going the opposite way, and just crossed over it. A few cars and trucks drove by. They were peasants that had seemed to have trudged in an unimpressed manner, a long ways, for a lengthy while in high ankle wool socks.

Stalking and Ambush of the Amazon Puma
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the Jungles of the Amazon, the so called shy Puma, is not as shy as it is claimed to be. If you don't believe me, go on a trip there, I did, they stalk you, like a pig, they have an area of about 100-miles they watch over, and they leap 40 feet, and they have big paws and they like meat, and...and, read the story and find out!

"To Save a Lopsided Sparrow" (Part Three - End Chapters "Home Sweet Home")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] After WW1, Shannon O'Day goes back home to Minnesota, and tries to put his life together...and meets his first wife, of four. Shannon O'Day, returned to the United States in the summer of 1919 twenty-years old now. He had spent free time along the Rhine with some French soldiers, and German girls before the corporal caught his ship back home; not beautiful, more plain than pretty.

"To Save a Lopsided Sparrow" (Part Two - Chapters 5 Through 8)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In these following chapters of Shannon O'Day, in the French Army, in 1916, he meets Liticia, a girl who is slightly, if not more than slightly, mad, and running loose around village Douaumont...and things happen! After the first days of the battle the mother of two children (Leticia Dalasi) was found wandering almost at haphazard among the rubble of the destroyed hamlet, of Douaumont, walking aimlessly, day and night looking for her children; this is indeed the history of her days, after the great bombardment, the battle for Verdun.

"To Save a Lopsided Sparrow" (Part One and Two - Chapters 1 Through 4)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Shannon O'Day, who was the main character in "Confield Laughter," is also the main Character here. In the previous book, he was an old man,now he is a young man, in WWI, and he is at the last day of a great battle.

Eating Her Own Death (A Chapter Story, on WWI)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was funny to Corporal Shannon O'Day to see Leticia shot at close range. There was something strange, almost comic to it-a bullet and all of a sudden an agitated surprise to the mad woman's face, a surprise to find inside of her, in the center of her lair, to see her drop backwards (than catch her balance), next-to watch her go frantic in dizzying circles at some robotic electric impulse, as if she was racing ahead of death itself, inside of her. But the great puzzle was-for the moment anyway-the great puzzle of all was, the thing Shannon O'Day shook his head back and fourth about, and had to turn away from was-as she laughed (ashamed he was even looking at this mad woman's humor) -that she madly ripped at her stomach area, tearing at it, until it split open, and pulling out her intestines and then stood there jerking them out and eating them, jerking them out and eating them, taking pleasure in it, relishing it; Shannon just would shake his head, horridly so, as it was unspeakable.

The Farm (The Missing Chapter, to the Novel - Cornfield Laughter)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note on this Chapter Story "The Farm": Here is one of the missing chapters to the Novel "Cornfield Laughter" concerning the cornfields of where Shannon O'Day does much of his drinking. But in this chapter, left out of the book purposely, didn't have time to finish it, mentally it was there, just not down in writing, is when he meets his brother Gus, for the last time. He owns a farm next to some of Shannon's friends, whom he drinks in both their fields a river creek separating them. Written 5-1-2009. The other chapters yet not written I consider missing, that I felt should have been written during the three days writing of "Cornfield Laughter," is of Shannon O'Day's experience in WWI, which he expresses in the book, but not to any extent (and of course in that first story I had really wanted to center it on a certain all around theme, that being, the gathering of the souls surrounding Shannon's life, with contentment a seeking goal, and therefore, a few other things like the farm and WWI, developed in the near future.

The Last of Sunset (One Soldier, WWII) A Short Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A story about WWII, more on the order of how a family deals with it, in that it is less than 1000 words, but you can get the sense of how it was during those now far-off days. Based on actual events.

Two God Poems (From the Ancient School of Thought)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Can God not make rain, morning and night? If He so desires? Are not the stars and the moon and the sun In His hands-? Does not God allow the spring to come and Deprive the north winds to blow?

Carpe Diem ((Seize the Day)(A "Romance in Augsburg" - Special Edition))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this updated version of "A Romance in Augsburg" (originally published in 2003) the author has added three additional chapters into it, and reedited and revised the original Manuscript (the Chapters or section coming under the heading of: "Carpe diem" which are: Train to Munich (written: 2005 the other two written in 2009); Evening at the October Fest, and its linking chapter, The Hillside; and The Thrasher or, the Glass Bar).

Onoskelis (Female Demon of Black Heaven)(A Pseudepigrapha Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (Often I have choked within my dreams, to awaken just in time to regenerate, and I asked God to reveal its source, and he did :) Onoskelis, of beautiful form, female demon, concubine to Beelzebub; her body of a woman, fair complexion, legs of a mule, I caught her knitting knots within my dreams and commanded her to yield, and she obeyed, with the seal of God, within my being, and I commanded her to speak: "I am a spirit," she said, "that has been made into a body.

The Vanity of Ernest Hem (or, Dead Roots Drama) Part One of Two
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Narrator) Mr. Ernest Hem, had met Mr. Richard Shape, the psychologist, by accident, it was not meat to be. He had died on March 1, 1965, when Hem was eighteen, on November 5, 1966; Ernest Hem was nineteen-years old. How could this be, thought Ernest now standing shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Sharpe.

The Vanity of Ernest Hem (and the Henchman From Hell) Part Two of Two
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The instant the Henchman of Hell appeared, the whole "Psycho Drama Section" seemed to stand still. The clamour of tongues, the laughter and noise of the crowd were for that moment arrested, and every man, woman, beast, creature, actor, devil, demon, who stood on the stage, couched, lay, stood at attention and faced the imperial Henchman, the general of several legions of hell.

The Boy Poet From Cayuga Street (a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When Mr. Evens turned nineteen-years old, he had now written twenty-one poems. He had Miss Marty Dickenson review them, and retype them for him, along with a bit of spell checking and correcting, back in the summer of 1966. She was twenty-seven years old, and Eddy Bacon, was twenty-nine years old, Marty's old boyfriend. He was trying to sober up, put his marriage back together. Up to a few months earlier, Marty and Eddy were an item (as he'd often refer to him and Marty; or boyfriend, girlfriend), now supposedly both coming from different worlds, Marty still was drinking heavy.

The Out Father (A Poem With Commentary) - For Kids Without Fathers
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The absent father I thought I needed, the one I swore I did. Thick with tears, somewhere along the old dirt road, I lost him.

Obama - The United Nations? (The Tough Guy)(Lt - 16, 4-18-2009)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Two things he's done right in less than a week, this is unbelievable, but who knows maybe he's got more get up and go, more than I thought anyhow, more than I gave him credit for. He allowed American Armed forces to use deadly force in killing the abductors of an American Ship recently, to free the Captain, off the coast of Somalia, and goodbye to trash, three bagged and one in the coop.

In the Summer of '53 (A Minnesota, Chick Evens Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I had left the babysitter, knowing my mother would be at 4:15 p.m., hiking up Mount airy Hill, from the Valley playgrounds, near Jackson Street, she did every weekday after work, Monday through Friday (she worked at the stockyards in the slice bacon department, at Swifts Meats, in South Saint Paul), she'd catch the bus from South St. Paul, to St. Paul, get off at the corner of Jackson and Mount airy, and then up one hill she'd hike, a turn to the left, and up the second hill. We had been living all...

Commentary on Poetic Myth - The Dramatist and the Myth
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The dramatist and the myth, in creating a myth, for my part anyways, is rejecting some features, developing others I will make into an epic or poetic myth, be it poetic prose I use or whatever form of verse, as I see the material I have, and the characters I will be using, looking at myths of course and perhaps within my own, criticizing each character, this creates an unholy passion, despair, did not Plato use this? Do you think that makers of myth don't drag in the gods for a purpose, for a reason? Of course they do, it was a way to explain the unexplainable, the inexplicable in itself. Tragedy fills us like pasta.

Among Us, Satan! (Poetic Prose, Part One and Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Of ancient times, all the sons of God were present and Satan also, a part of the eternal mind. He came from time to time, to watch and see, to mock and be, among the light of heaven. He had chosen his eternal path, with the mortal dust on earth. He knew there was no darkness in the universe could hide him from the eyes of God; from whence he came from. Even the secrets of his mind, he could not...

Two More Amazon Poems, and a Philosophy on the Amazon
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We learn, whatever we do, it is only important in this immediate effect. We learn, all will vanish, and if we do not discover these things in the little time we have, we still die. In the Amazon, it is better to learn how to swim, to hunt, and to be watchful, everything else I just said is gobbledygook, to the natives there.

Thumbs, Crumbs, Life, and the Beyond! A Philosophy - Part One of Two
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] We learn by what we lack, it is a simple statement, and not oversimplified by no means just cut your two thumbs off and try to eat! If you don't thank God for your thumbs now, you will then. We learn by what we lack, a good thing to remember. We must admit, God's handiwork is something to take note of. In most cases once it is done, it can never be undone.

Obama - A Miracle - A Path to Friendship - Cuba's Door - Letter 15
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I started writing my Obama letters a few days after he made president, and tried to keep up with the mess he's been creating, but I am happy to say, I am half proud of my president today. He has done three things correct since he's been in office, soon to be 90-days. One, he allowed an old black lady to get on the welfare line; two, he made an international speech to the college kids in Heidelberg,

The Great Toad Race of Jamaica (A Short Story, 1983)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] She is a little heavy at sixty-three years old, perhaps sixty-four, brown thinned out hair, laced now with silver, a pale washed-out white color to her skin, who lives in St. Paul, Minnesota, always has lived in St. Paul. We are sitting at a table at the Americana, a beach hotel in the barroom, the Caribbean.

Two Amazon Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I was in the Amazon March of 2001, a voyage of a lifetime of course, but it seems also to put an everlasting enchantment on you. Tedious was it long ride down its Rio, for an impatient poet, I can be...

An Afternoon at the Cafe De Flore (Or, the Bum's Dog) Flash Fiction
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I left our hotel on St. Germain, Boulevard, walked down to the Cafe de Flore; it was my first of four trips to Paris, and my third time at the cafe. I sat down at one of the outside small tables, on the brownish-red cloth seated chairs, behind me a wall of glass, an inside restaurant, ordered a coffee, hot milk on the side, no sugar, a ham and cheese sandwich on one of those long hoagie like hard breads, the same thing I had ordered two days ago while at the Cafe de Flore, it cost me $17.50

The Short Grim Life of Julia Parra Tapi & To Live, and Not Have Lived (Chapter Stories, the Amazon)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] About Part Two: This is the second part to the novelette "The Green Sea of the Amazon" called "The Short Grim life of Julia Parra Tapi" what you will read here is a normal occurrence along the banks of the upper Amazon, of Peru. The story is taken from actual accounts that have taken place along the swampy areas of the Amazon...also, "To Live, and not Have lived,' the second chapter to this second apart, about the last moments of death...

Dolphinns and Toads of the Amazon (A Chapter Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We were out in the middle of the river, Jose and Manuel with Rosa and I, far out beyond the jungle bank, Avelino stayed behind, went back to visit his in-laws, at his village. I had wanted to swim in the Amazon, just some kind of fixation, you know, so I could say, I did it. I said to Jose, sitting in the boat, taking off my shoes and socks, "Anyone ever ask you to take them out in the middle of the Amazon River for a quick swim?"

Obama - World Disorder - The Blind Follow the Blind
[News-and-Society:Politics] Let's see what we find in the Obama box today. Turkey, he says is a much needed friend, one we can trust, and Christian and Muslim, works together. Perhaps there is some truth to this, but it stops at a very narrow corner I do believe. Our values are different, the Western World hasn't figured this out since the 11th Century, and how long does it take. Whatever friendship we build, and I have Muslim friends, the center is hollow. I know this and they know this, but for coexistence we also know, not to carry guns on our person when we say hello. Foolishness comes at a price.

Black Water & Breakfast and the Drizzle (Pre Chapers To "The Green Sea of the Amazon")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The short story "The Green Sea of the Amazon," has been very popular written three years ago. The author never put in the pre chapter to the story, so here is it is, after three years, "Black Water."

In the Eye of the Bull (Bullfight in Seville, a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was a great bullfight in Seville, Spain, in a way. Rosa and I were excited about being introduced to the young good looking matador, he must had been no older than twenty-one. A young couple was sitting about ten-feet away from us in the arena, Americans like us.

God Save Us From Our Habits - A Short Story in Augsburg, Germany, 1970
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In those-now, far-off days, the winters were different in Augsburg, Germany, than I was used to in St. Paul, Minnesota, but similar in that it was cold in Augsburg, and there was snow on the ground. It might be hard to believe, but believe it nonetheless, because it is true.

"You Snooze, You Lose" - New Global Values and Morals
[Book-Reviews:Politics] Prime Minister Brown of Britain, said it best, and I shall paraphrase: we have no Global Morals, nor Values, speaking economically. Let me be frank, and speak for the whole world in general, we do have values, values being those things in life we value the most, but they've changed, and as far as morals go, those things that are under the heading of ethics-I used to have to take an ethics class once a year to keep up my counselling license-teaching me to maintain my principles, a code of behaviour, honour (respect, regard) not like today, it is a code of horror.

Two-Hearted Killer (A Short Vietnam War Sketch, in Cam Ranh Bay, and an Attack)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Vietnam, 1971, Mia, talks to Corporal Chick Evens, to the wee hours of the morning about many things, one being about a battle takes takes place on Cam Ranh Bay... Two chapters. Chapter two is the attack, chapter one, is an introduction to the story, and a long conversation.

"The Lone Pillars" (New World Depression - Poem) And "The Cornfields"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Commentary: we are heading into a world crisis, of which economics is just part of it. The world powers are gearing up: Russia, the USA, China, North Korea, Iran, Israel, and all getting ready for the big battle, the showdown and guess who is coming to dinner? The Antichrist! And for those nonbelievers, the world is simple collapsing under its own greed. Pillars of greed, it is coming to the point, why simply should the rich be greedy, we'll all be greedy, and the rich don't like that. They want the poor to have Godly values, without God, so they can be the only greedy ones. But we are at a new state in the human race, it is called Darwin's Dilemma, "Monkey see, monkey do!" The plan is old, the style, new. We are already on borrowed time, everyone knows it, feels it that is why they want to get the most out of everything they can while they can (don't you?). The world is getting greedier by the hour. Have a happy greedy day.

The Resisting Winter (A Novel and Parody) Part Three: "November Slush"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story is of the intersecting lives of a number of characters, in particular, two: Shannon O'Day, a retired worker of foundries and factories in the Midwest, and Poggi Ingway, who is in his late 40s, working at the foundry. It is 1966. Both are searching for contentment in life. Shannon O'Day thought he had it, until his wife left. Poggi seems to have left it in San Francisco, sixteen-years ago, in an afternoon affair. For that matter, all the characters in the story are seeking in one way or the other, that same ingredient, contentment.

The Resisting Winter (A Novel and Parody) Part Five - "An Era That Never Did Pass"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] As we go into these last chapters, and if it doesn't seem to be so bad, and it fits with the rest of the book, and if you got a laugh or two out of it, well then, your money was well spent, if indeed you purchased it. Go tell your friends to buy a book or two; I got to eat just like you and them.

The Resisting Winter (A Novel and Parody) Part Four - "Man Differs From What Appears"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Says the author, "Here is a semi romantic, humorous novelette; reflecting the times of the '60s!" It is a satire on the 'human race,' with style, substance, and a great narration.

The Resisting Winter (A Novel and Parody) Part Two - "The Resisting Winter"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Says the author, "Here is a semi romantic, humorous novelette; reflecting the times of the '60s!" It is a satire on the 'human race,' with style, substance, and a great narration.

The Resisting Winter (A Novel and Parody) Part One - "Cornfield Laughter"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story is of the intersecting lives of a number of characters, in particular, two: Shannon O'Day, a retired worker of foundries and factories in the Midwest, and Poggi Ingway, who is in his late 40s, working at the foundry. It is 1966. Both are searching for contentment in life. Shannon O'Day thought he had it, until his wife left. Poggi seems to have left it in San Francisco, sixteen-years ago, in an afternoon affair. For that matter, all the characters in the story are seeking in one way or the other, that same ingredient, contentment. Poggi about to commit suicide hesitates after he sees everyone at the diner at the same impasse. The story ends as all the characters are drawn together, a glimpse of their lives are given to the reader, all find their compensation, to include the promiscuous young Annabelle and her co-worker at the diner, Maribel, once infatuated with Shannon. And even Old Josh the Black Cook from Alabama, who prefers life to roll undisrupted.

Obama - No Pain, No Gain
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] We live in a world where people don't want to feel any pain anymore; this is especially true with the new generation. Give me the fix-it pill. They want the quick fix remedy. There is an old saying: no pain, no gain. It is the same thing for grieving, out of sight out of mind. Bury the person where I can't see them. Obama's world is the in the forefront of this movement. Let's give the world a sugar high.

The Sun Also Falls - Jerusalem (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "News Report!" flashed on television, "Israel bombs nuclear site in Iran!" The Israeli prime Minister already knew it, and so did the President of the United States, but this time, the disaster could not be avoided, but the President was now thinking, could retaliation be averted. He had offered five- billion dollars for Israel to sand down, not much in comparisons to what they had been paying out in the previous years, but 2009, was different and 2010, would be even more so.

The Book Story (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Lee Albert, he sat in the garden cafe, in Huancayo, Peru, at "Mia mama" and ate a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich, washed it down with a cup of dark coffee, under a large umbrella, his Goddaughter, was there, Ximena, she had stopped to greet him as usual, after school. Above him the sky was turning a slight gray, it looked like rain, "What are you reading Godfather?" she asked.

Making of an Author - Hemingway
[Book-Reviews] We often think great writers just pop up one day out of nowhere: here I am. It doesn't work that way. Ernest Hemingway had a lot of help with his first four books, to include Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, and his PH.D., along with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Had it not been for Sherwood Anderson, he might not have even got his first two books out. His style was not created overnight, it was much like Anderson's at first, yes, and he copied him somewhat.

My Old Grandpa (A Chick Evens Story) (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] As I look back now, I suppose I could say, my grandpa was never cut out to look young, one of those guys that looked to me, all my life-in all the twenty-seven years of knowing him-he never got older, he just stayed old from day one, always looking the same; except a little towards the last months of his life, and then it wasn't his fault, he was tiring over those long 83-years of life and work, he worked up to about three months prior to his death. I called him the Old Russian Bear; he came from Russia, in 1916 (born in 1891) and fought in WWI, in 1918, as an American Soldier.

The Big Carrot (A Minnesota Short Story - 1958) Reedited 3-2009 (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A warm short story of a boy growing up in an inner city of Minnesota, and his garden, for those who what to sit back and have a light laugh, this is the one true story, it will bring you back to your youth...! Ernest Brandt, who was my mother's boyfriend for some forty-years, found out my secret when I was eleven years old, back in the summer of '58, in St. Paul, Minnesota. He had about half acre of land in the city, and a big garden and he gave me a small section of it, to grow carrots.

The Enlisted (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In 1971 they were flying from Cam Ranh Bay to Saigon on a military mail flight, Corporal Dustan Mather, and Corporal Gordon Wheeler. They were in the process of being discharged from the Army, carrying each a duffle bag onto the one-way flight, where they'd finish their process overseas, and finalize it at one of two military bases in the United States, either in California or Washington State.

Obama, the Paper Tiger in DC (Ltr, 9, Current Events 3-9-2009)
[News-and-Society:Politics] We have some real problems, we are warning everybody everywhere, and everyone is saying the paper tiger has spoken now let's do what we said we're going to do. We should do one of two things: shut up, or put up of fists.

Knock-Knock, Anyone Home at the Whitehouse? - Like Obama?
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] What's new on the Obama Train? Let me see. Korea warned Obama to be still about their shooting a rocket into space that can hit the United States, and he told Hiller, "Leave it alone." So that issue is settled.

The Agliarept Code (Can a Demon Read Your Mind?)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Agaliarept, the Henchman of Hell, one of two of Satan's most treasured demons, also the grand general of Hell and commander of the second legion; he seems to spend most of his time, according to scripture and legend in Europe and Asia Minor, and has to a certain degree, the ability to control the past and future. That is to say, he possesses the power to discover secrets inside of man's brain, and with this, he has become quite infamous for stirring up enmity and distrust among the human race. But how does he do this? For even demons are subject to God's laws. You are about to read, "The Agaliarept Code," and find out his secret.

A Letter in Vietnam (a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] She said she laid back on her bed with a book opened to about its middle, reading some short story by Faulkner, and was influenced by how the character of the woman was described, of ill repute, and it made her think of her husband's behavior, made her look at it, and thereafter, felt responsible to make a future decision. This was in the winter of 1971, and the war in Vietnam was steadily being reduced, soldiers being brought home, from over 500,000 troops to now 205,000.

Garage on Fire (A Poem With Life in Motion)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a slight form of Polirritmo Poetry; that is, poetry with a life form of motion, this is in its most simplest form, or style, but it gives the reader an idea of the life it has, or is starting to form; its push, its drive, motion. The Stanza is taken out so it does not slow down the action, it continues as smoke and fire continues until it is out, completely out. If I could, the poem would be slanted out words, to show a shift in motion, to show a gradual build up, or slow down, but it can't be done on this site. Most periods are taken out for that very reason too. The style was created by Juan Parra del Riego, back in the early 1920s.

Polirritmo Poetry (Life in Motion)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] First of all, the founder of Polirritmo poetry, or life in motion poetry, was Juan Parra del Riego. In a time of modernism, he took a step out of the box you might say, and Cesar Vallejo, who knew Juan Parra, criticized him for it, in that he felt his poetry had lost something. And perhaps he did, but he preferred to write about culture and life as he saw it moving. We see this in his motor cycle poem called, "Dynamic Polirritmo of the Motorcycle"; also, in parts of "Canto to the Carnival," and so on.

The Walrus Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: We may not know it, but we influence people, we change them, that is why the world is, like it is, like it or not. You get what you plant. Then we complain and say, "I can't figure it out, what happened?" In most cases it is simple, just backtrack a few days, weeks or years, perhaps decades, the story is there, plain as the nose on your face.

Incarnate Darkness (In the Trenches of WWI, 1918)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The sun was hot, they were lazy in the trench, they felt time was their own, and they lingered back and forth within its surroundings. Just beyond them, an ugly black sight lying stretched out were dead bodies of slain soldiers, perhaps from yesterday's battle, or the day before yesterday, they had just been assigned to this section of the trench, rats were gnawing on them.

Driving the Wolf Out (A Short Story on Alcoholism)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Emery Golf shut his eyes. He was starting to hear noises, those that were not within his physical reality, wolf sounds. He knew this kind of nausea would create a long enduring craving, soon to come thereafter the D.T.'s, and the visual appearance of the wolf, all this combined drove the wolf out to be one might say, his unwanted sidekick. The sickness he was feeling was nothing compared to the wolf, if he came completely materialized.

Dreadful Marches to Delightful Measures (A Short Story on a Gay Movie)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Movies-TV] It was near lunch time and the actors now had stopped their scenes, and they were sitting in the lunchroom, in chairs that were alongside two rows of tables, two tables to a row, ten people to two tables, twenty actors total. They were waiting, doing nothing but waiting to see what was going to happen with their movie project, their production of: "The Summer of Content."

The Beginning of Something (A Chick Evens Short Minnesota Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the '60s, the Eastside of St. Paul, Minnesota was a very industrious part of the city there were lots of smoke coming from the large and big plants, and factories, foundries, and so forth. Then one day when I returned, after being gone for a long while, everything seemed shut down. The big buildings were all closed up, windows with wood coverings over them, and doors with chains on them, locked tight. Many I heard sold their machinery, and land and moved elsewhere.

The White Waters of Juneau (a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A Fishing observation in Alaska... The walkway from the hotel leads all the way down to the town-let of Juneau, Alaska, about two miles, population about 30,000. In-between, the hotel and the town, is a bridge, and there resides a stream that runs under it. It was the summer of 2000, and Chick Evens was with his new bride, on the second part of their honeymoon. He stopped on the bridge, leaned over on its railing, looking down into the stream, he saw movement.

The Brick (A Short Story Out of Minnesota, 1952) Reedited 3-2009
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a Minnesota story, back in 1952, a heart warming story of two young boys...! I was only five-years old back then, when this occurrence took place: the 'brick,' the situation that led to the brick, this is what the story is about, a simple medium sized brick, used for cobblestone streets, or building houses or buildings.

Goldfish, Dying! (A Minnesota Short Story, 1958) Reedited 3-2009
[Arts-and-Entertainment] If you want to sit back and have a good laugh, this is the one and true story to read. It will bring you back to your child hood, a fish, a fishbowl, and a little boy, with a happy ending!

In the Garden of School (A Short Story of a Young Women With Schizophrenia Tendencies)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He gazed about for a moment, only a flash of a second perhaps or maybe ten-seconds at most, but a million bits of information flooded his cerebellum: he wished she was normal, like the majority of people, with ordinary behavior, with no ebbing consequences, no abrupt changes, that could take place in any minute of any day; he wished she'd not have to endure anymore psychological bent emotions, or schizophrenia tendencies: she was so easily angered, and frustrated. She had mood changes likened to the flick of a card in pokier, long deep sleeping spells. And if she didn't get her way, those hard looking blank, rock like eyes would appear.

Out of Place - Jaipur, 1998, The Wild Dogs of India
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He was the only American at the hotel he knew of, a few miles outside of Jaipur, India (otherwise known as the Pink City). He didn't know any of hotel guests either, said hello to the grounds-men; they always seemed to be cutting something in the mornings, such as: trimming bushes, cutting the grass, around the hotel, under his window to his room.

A Natural History of Evil (A Satirical Voice, A Parody)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Where did evil come from? How did it get to earth? What is the source of Evil? And how natural is it?

A Demanding Enquiry (WWI, Przemysl)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] From the balcony, he stood looking down the street, it was mid April, 1915, winter snow was being sucked up by the ground, and melted by the sunlight, the sun was high, and the streets slippery the Russians had invaded the city, of Przemysl, (Ukraine). His back was to the white outer door that had a big and long window, the stone building was painted deep-purple red, and he almost blended into the building.

Letter Seven - Obama's Sitting Ducks (2-26-2009)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I see Obama is proudly standing his ground on sending the Iraqi troops home. Let me rephrase that. I see President Obama, is following basically the same plan President Bush set forward before Obama was president, and reneging on his word, that he was to bring home the boys. What does that mean? Well, you have to read between the lines, it means, he is going to leave in place, 50,000-troops, more than we have in Korea or Afghanistan, more than we have in Japan, what for?

To Another Country (A Short Story, in Augsburg, Germany, 1970)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Decision making when you are young can be hard, you really got to count the cost. This is what Chick Evens does in his first three months at a military base in Augsburg, Germany.

The Defeated (Cockfight at El Rosedal-Chusco Vs Aji Nergo)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Armando Martinez climbed down the steps with his friend, Eza Ponze, in the El Rosedal Restaurant's back area (in Lima, Peru) where they had a small open arena for cockfights. He sat down, about ten-feet away from the arena area, with Eza, this was his first cockfight, and his girlfriend Martha was getting sandwiches, with Eza's wife, Maria. There were perhaps two-hundred people surrounding this little arena, the owner of the white cock (rooster) by the name of Chusco, stood silent and erect in the side isle, overlooking the arena, proud with his bird of prey, in his hands, holding him under the stomach, and caressing the back of his head.

Interview With Agaliarept, The Henchman
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I am intelligent, not like all my profoundly unwise followers, I am not open-minded, nor care to be, I have no sincerity or sense of justice. I have very little aristocratic appeal, nor am I a gallant gentleman of demons, I am the opposite, and love it; bright lights cause me pain, I am a perfectionist, and have little use for the other type.

Obama - Entertainer of the Month
[News-and-Society:Politics] If Obama does anything well, it is that he entertains me. He should be in line to take over the David Lettermen show when he retires; he'd do well on it. He has dropped 9-points, and he's only been President, one month.

The Horses of Venice (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It has always seemed to me that Venice has been omitted as a place to go to for archeological observations; more for the tourist or interested person on the romantic side of life's scale. We have many charming and sound accounts of Venice by writes of bygone years, within this genre. Can we not hope to furnish the reader with a few rational and interesting facts about old Venice, and perhaps give some food for thought, by providing an archeological treasure, in particular The Horses of Venice? I hope so.

Sensible, Or Not? (A Short Story - From San Francisco to Minnesota)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] At 689 Dolores Street, he broke off his concentration, left his dreaming behind, and began to climb the winding stairs a tireless anxious long walk from the Castro area of San Francisco, that took him forty-five minutes to walk to his apartment, in an old mansion on a hill, to his one room in the high dreary old house in the middle of the city, on a side street that was really nowhere. If you listened early in the mornings you could hear the sounds of the streetcars squeaky wheels, coming to a halt, it woke him up, around 6:15 a.m., he'd toss about in his bed somewhat, and then get up, and get ready for work.

The Door to Tuol Sleng Prison (A Poem With Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Pol Pot and his time. A poem that reflects his deeds.

The Old Lady and the Imps (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Away"! Cried the lofty one, to Marlene LLosa, he was the angel of death, and he came with several demonic imps. "Those without souls are mine," he stipulated. A wild mournful expression passed her lips. Her husband, Edilberto was dying in bed, he should, according to the doctors, been dead hours ago, he looked at her, and her at him, and she sank down to her knees by the bed, hands over her eyes. "Those without souls are mine," murmured Death, in its black robe, and the imps cried, "Feed us were hungry," and she did.

"Eerie Eyes" (Nora May French, Poet - With Poem and Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In 1906, Nora May French, being drawn into an impassioned romance she moved from Los Angeles, to San Francisco shortly after the 1906 earthquake. She played cards with Jack London, was friends with George Sterling, hung out in Oakland and became a known poet of some renowned in her day. Her heart turned over like the steering wheel of a race car in placing her imagery inside her poetry, and, for the first time in her life, her casual whim gave a new direction to her life, in poetry and writing per se, all taking place in San Francisco for the most part.

The People Change - Short Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was early afternoon and Fred had left his wife, not willingly but because she asked him to. It was the beginning of spring 1996, and his wife had gotten a second job at a "Target," store working making sandwiches in the deli, not that she needed the money, or need to even work, she was a twenty-year employee of the state, a teacher, who worked on the east side of town of St. Paul, Minnesota, and had told him, she had fallen in love with the manager.

San Francisco Hotel Sweeper (1968, a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Those mornings I'd walk the streets of San Francisco, somewhat unsure of what I'd find, looking for work, and then as the morning progressed into day, and near noon, it would turn about with producing a cool warm summer air, a fresh breeze. I'd walk by this certain hotel, it looked to be at one time, a grand hotel of sorts, now a bit warn, and more on the dim side of its life, up and own, and around its frame you could ...

Jeremiah Benton's Dream (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Sister Carolyn asked her class, "I want you all to come up with a question concerning God, and let's work on understanding it better, and together." And she looked at Jeremiah Benton, who had his hand up, "Ok," she said, "you go first, Jeremiah...:"

Mothers and Sons (A Short Story-Flash Fiction)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I could end this story with a half to whole sentence, "Sentimental people get used... (or, overlooked)!" No examples needed. But someone has to give account, that it had been that way. Theodore Franks, had a passion for poetry, while never slaked and he was grateful to his mother for supping his passion during his formative years in this art.

An Ordinary Account of the Evil
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It has seemed to me, often, perhaps too often, war is paralleled with evil, the ultimate of evil, and all the other evil that surrounds man, is omitted as natural observations of the ordinary. We have many accounts of war by Civil War writers, WWI poets, WWII, historians, Vietnam Veterans; coming home mentally disturbed soldiers from Iraq, and Afghanistan.

The Mother of an Urn (A Short Story on Death)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When his mother (Teresa Gunderson) died he was fifty-five years old, and her ashes were put into a wooden urn, with a cross on it, and a butterfly, she liked butterflies that's why he specifically picked it out. His brother, Mick Gunderson, thought they'd have a wake, of sorts, small just for the family, and Mick did all the coordinating, and calling up relatives (to include allowing his brother's wife Delia, to attend in his place if she wished and bring the urn), and so forth, while Lee (the younger brother), insured everything was paid for, and collected what little money his mother left from her bank account, and insurance policies and so forth, enough for the urn, and wake, with a few dollars left over, but not much.

The Coming War With Russia (Revised, and Reedited 2-2009)
[News-and-Society:Religion] In my book, "The Last Trumpet..." I write about prophecy, and World War III, which I wrote about five years ago (2002, and came from my manuscript from 1984, when I wrote out my visions); thus, I have not wrote much on it since, which I fear, I should have. Many things have happened in the past five years, besides me traveling around the world ten times, and writing book after book, World War III has been gearing up; how so? Let me explain.

Stimulus Win - Right on the Obama Track (Letter 5)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I wrote four articles thus far on the new president, he is quite predictable, and everything has come to pass that I've written, and nothing has been for the good, except giving a black lady a home to stay in, and he didn't do it out of his pocket, rather, out of the tax payers of America's pocket, all the same it was a good gesture. And now he is saying loud and clear and in so many words so is his beloved, CNN, and so are the White House Democratic Senators, the blind singing songs to the blind, they all must think American is some big fat donut.

A Tucan Against One
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the morning after breakfast in the lodge dinning room, Chick Evens and his wife, Delilah, moved out to the open air patio, where there were three hammocks, they were deep inside the Amazon, one hundred and twenty five miles from, Iquitos, Peru, it was the month of March, of 2001, their first anniversary...

A Dark, Dimlighted Corner (A Short, True Story of How the Old Die)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here a short story based on actual events, on an old woman, in Minnesota, in 1959, who wanted to die, kind of. It was evening and everyone on the upper three floors of the old folks farm (an old building structure that once was a large farmhouse, a barn somewhat attached to the back of it, on the four acres of land that surrounded the premises) were either receiving visitors, or being attended to by nurses.

A Short Story Of Flies and Dead Rats!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Blue Bottle fly, in Europe, was quite known to be a pest in the month of July (Worm Month), these flies had a stout (fat and heavy) nature; the adults soak up surface fluids with mop like mouthparts, they lay their eggs on dead animals, the smell of which can attract them from a distance of several kilometers. They also lay eggs on other decomposing matter and on faeces-the eggs hatch in less than a day, the young insects (larvae) have no opportunity to bury themselves in the ground, thus, they will crawl around until they find a suitable place in which to pupate.

Trapped by Blue Ice
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Toribio stood at the rim of the lake, knew the beautiful blue was the result of an overtone stretched in the water which drew light to it. He knew in some areas of the Arctic, where he had been, earthquakes had raised the blue ice above the ground and created formations much like large frozen waves, he actually stood on some of those large waves.

"Buying Days!" (A Short Story on Prolonging Your Life)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Alabaster Rightfield was getting old, he was 61-years old, in 1940 that was next to old age, perhaps he had a few more years, but not many to live, and he was an advocate, and something of an activist on the concept of: live and let live, and don't interfere with God's plan. He was a journalist for a big newspaper in Minnesota, and he wrote a weekly column called "Be as it May!"

The Meaning of Danger (Non-fiction, Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It is said when danger lingers about, animals have a sixth sense, and thus move out of its way. So do humans, if only they'd pay attention to it. (Summer of 1962); here is a true story I've held back on telling until now, 45-years ago, two children will die...!

Michael Phelps - How Sorry is He?
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] First of all, my wife is a swimmer, and likes Michael in the sense of a hero, of Heroes. Now let's admit, he did not commit the unpardonable sin, but my wife was depressed all evening over it, kind of like took the wind out of her.

The Strange Letters of Amelia - From Nantucket, 1852 (Part II of II) The Confession
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Now I must tell you face to face the hardest truth you will ever endure, and likewise, myself, one I did not write in the book, one I was not going to tell you. "One afternoon, when the sun was going down, I saw your father, Gideon Asa Scott, standing drunk outside a door of an Inn, in Nantucket; it was in October, of 1853. He had but to lift his eyes, and there I was plainly to be seen, though for him in his drunken stupor, miles away, perhaps with the sunshine brightening on some tropical island.

The Strange Letters of Amelia - From Nantucket, 1852 - Part I of II
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Amelia, the highlight of her life, and this story, takes place in Nantucket, 1850 - 1852, for the most part, although she spends a decade in Nantucket until she returns to Stockbridge. Judith, is holding the letters, with a few different dates on them, in her hands, about fifteen pages: it is 1872, it is twenty-years since those letters have been exposed to the open air; she is at her mother's home in Stockbridge at the moment.

Faith Based Obama - Is He Hiring Or Firing? - Letter 4
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Should the Government continue to give money to Christian organizations, that do well for mankind, or not? Or for that matter, should any religious organization, take federal funds, and be subjected to hiring outside of their values and faith?

Twentieth Century's Greatest Read(s)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short list of what I like to read, or have read. Everybody has their own selection, I read a lot, but I normally only buy my favoured authors, and a few of them have only written one or two books I feel worthy of mentioning.

Iran's Nuclear Mission - Deadly!
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Iran is doing exactly what Iran said they'd do, create a monster to destroy Israel, they now have launch capability. I worked with nuclear weapons, in Germany, it is one thing to have the nuclear fat boy, or the actual chemicals and trigger device to set into a big round encasing, holding a 280-megaton bomb, which we had 90-of them at one site, at one time, back in 1974, but we had no launch capability, thus, if Russia came over the hill, we would have had to bury them deep, and that was our mission.

The Earth Dethroned (Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Its about the end of days, while on a train ride, a certain person figures it out. The earth, like the people on it, are like a train, Sebastian, told himself as he was traveling from St. Paul, Minnesota, to Seattle, Washington, and it is going in one direction, he noticed, and they think all is smooth he conclude (and so was earth going in the same direction): "Yes," he said, "they think all is going well," then he murmured to himself: "The thing is, it is not so, it just seems so, because they, like me, can't tell one way or the other, if they are moving on this train or not." Further, he said, "There are only a few folks who look out the window, now and then, if there were more, they'd all know we are headed towards a blockade.

Poetic Review On Phillip Ellis, Macabre Poet of Australia
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Although best known in Australia, for his eldritch style poetic voice, Phillip Ellis (whom now is becoming international), is by nature and choice, a true young poet; he shows us the transcendent world, as did Edgar Allen Poe, in his poetry, and uses imagery like George Sterling. Some of his poetry, superb verse, is in line with Robert E. Howard, whom to me was a better poet than a novelist.

Deep Image (The Poem) Revised and Reedited, 1-30-2009
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Deep, deep, deep-deep down in the mind in its many chambers, and corridors is an image crying, and trying to escape; it is a picture of the room your mind sleeps in (in part). Between the psyche and the spirit, within your being, a leaf of energy, radiates from this one particular room, a room, you do not have its number to...and it only moves, and flows within that room, and it, unfortunately, never sees the day of light, until all three parts of the soul, recognizes God.

Week One With Obama (He is Acting Instead of Reacting)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I see CNN, and a few other folks have evaluated Obama's first week in office, and therefore so shall I (and it looks to be there report more positive than mine). Someone said, he is doing a good balancing act. It is more like he is acting, not reacting, he has a good psychotherapist by his side, that takes practice.

Lin Carter - Science Fiction Writer (Overview, and Review)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here was a man who lived to write, I mean, and I really mean, he lived to write, and did he write, yes indeed, he wrote about 115-books (plus three chapbooks), and his style was that of his hero writers such as Edger Rice Burroughs, Robert E. Howard, H.P. Lovecraft, Clark A. Smith and L. Sprague de Camp. And he loved himself, so he put himself in his books, why not, if you don't love yourself, who will? Not a bad group to have for his genre company.

Goodbye Big John Updike
[News-and-Society] Farewell John Updike, man of the day, sorry to here you pass away, but at 76-years old, you are old white and gray, what can I say... (the poem part, now the article). Now for my two-cents, on the matter of his writing and I read a lot, perhaps several hours a day, everyday of the week, in libraries, and bookstores, and I saw John's books day after day, year after year, decade after decade.

Obama's Bombing One-Hundred
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] He says, President Obama, he will bring home the troops in 16-months from Iraq (I want to see this), he said that on 1-22-2009, and he said that during his march to the White House. That so far is the only practical, workable decision he has thus far made worthy of his office, and something tells me they will be there longer, seeing is believing: as they say.

"The Demon Lover" (In a Poetic Dialogue) & "Venice in the Desert" - Two Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Demon Lover: A Poetic dialogue between a demon and his lover, witticism at its best. The second poem tells about the demon Gilgamish, and his gay friend.

Obama's World For America - Letter 2
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Everyone is on a high with President Obama, because he is the thing that will bring America, if not the world, change. I think the world is more in love with him than America to be frank, and they should be, he is what they want.

The Song of Vietnam (A Poem Reflecting on the Ten-Year War)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem, reflecting on the ten year war in Vietnam with America, and bits and pieces of its prior history with occupation by other countries...For ten years together, the Presidents of the United States, the Lords and Kings of other countries tried to subjugate the lands of Vietnam. From the inner southern jungles to the sea-coast they had conquered most all the land; although, the north was there before them, left to sand.

"Midnight Lost" (And Two Other Poems on Demons and Witches)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Midnight Lost In youth one seems to have an immortal river, to rise at dawn and never to see midnight come. It is life on the rainbow, from dust to dust, or dawn to dawn, and all you hear are echoes- resounding, booming back and forth, and you wonder: "What happened to midnight? Where has it gone?

The Portrait of WS ((Raison D'etre) (Reason to Be))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A story about love, anger, and hope...! From an old Russian, the Civil War, to WWII.

Gray January (With Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Gray January, is a poem rich and fresh with looking at the past from a different view normally not looked at. Only a poet and psychologist could have put it together quite like this.

Adam's Brother (A Kids Tale)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a dream story, tale, of Adam's brother making deals with God. Read and see how it ends!

The Gaza Uprising and Ki-Moon's Threat (1-15-2009)
[News-and-Society:Politics] Sometimes I just can't figure people out, that is to say, are they faking their stupidly, or are they really as stupid as they sound. And today's a good example of that, with the following statement, from CNN (which of course if you follow this most recent uprising between Israel and Hamas you will also see how one sided CNN is on who they prefer to be the winner of the war, or at least I see it that way), anyhow the statement reads: "Israeli Defense Minister Ehud Barak told U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon on Thursday that the shelling of a U.N. relief agency's compound in Gaza City was "a grave mistake," the U.N. chief said." Let's look at this closer.

Late Train to Haguenau ((France, 1974) (Italian Mofia Murder Squad))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Take a late train to Haguenau with the author, see what he found on the trip back in 1974. Advance: In a Bar in Strasbourg I met a man, and he gave me his card it read "Gun for Hire," and I almost laughed, until he said, "It's for real, if you got the money."

Movie Review - The Best of the Best Movies For 1-2009
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Movies-TV] It has been a long time since I did a movie review, or given my opinion on movies, I avoid them, as I try to avoid my opinion on many areas in arts until I find something extraordinary to write, or it stands out above the rest. Having said that let me pick out a few movies worth my time, and the best of the best.

Scramble to Understra (A Poem in Poetic Prose, With Commentary on Form and Allen Ginsberg)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Ancient frozen dome cloaking Greenland is so vast these days-that it shell-shocks me (and many others), they crashed into what they thought was a cloud overseeing it, so says, the Ice Data Center, afar in the horizon. Flying over it, one can scarcely see Colorado-or thereabouts, and I am a veteran of both Greenland and Antarctica, this ice could erode fast enough to raise the sea beyond our cities boundaries, I fear that the rise is seas in a warming world, nervously will be, ...

Meadows of the Charioteer (In Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] ((A day near heaven, and a midnight stir, from laden-brows) (part one)) I knew them also-some. I had seen them, in my other life. I was now like a wheel, like the spoke in a wheel itself, in its hub, in this vast place that doesn't even show on any earth map, that not ten-people out of all the earth know its name, if that many, if it has any name at all, for I heard spoken out loud, in all directions a name ...

The Cool, Grey Valley of Love -The Mantaro Valley of Peru (A Poem & Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Mantaro Valley of Peru, 10,500-feet up and nestled in a wide valley, is forever changing, as all things do, and must. It is one of the last places on earth; the people live their culture, traditions, and customs from the Wanka and Inca days, hundreds of years ago. Many of the ruins are still in place, and many have gone with the advent of low land farming, yet the townships are dotted throughout the valley, and the old style foods, music and dances, are experienced year round.

The Granulate Hotel Episode (A Short Story, Abysmal Terror)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A young man goes to Lima Peru, and finds a hotel room, and terror that he will never forget... (based on the true facts of what is taking place in Peru today)... Prologue: Seldom do I do a prologue to a story, but I feel I must for this one: the story is not far from the truth, what I write is what is happening in many parts of Lima, put here in story form, and throughout Peru, today-in 2008 and now in 2009. It has been for a while, and it is getting worse. It is sad but true, like most cities, they want to keep such things quite to the outside world, especially the tourist, yet, very little is being done in the law enforcement area in Peru today to counter terrorism, the immense problems with thief, many of them are on the police force, and cheaply bought, and seldom if ever come to assist anybody in need.

"Whale Bone Graveyard" (Part Two to the Short Story - "The Midnight Sun")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part two, to "The Midnight Sun," which was on an exploration into the arctic, now we look at what took place upon the explorer's return...

Poems - Suicide-Bomber - Hamas & Deeper Than the Beast
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I do believe we look for solutions for war and peace, yes; we like to start them, and win them, and yell peace, when we get tired of them. But war always continues if it serves a purpose; no matter if we want to believe it or not, this ongoing war with Palestine or Hamas, or the PLO, and Israel, it serves a purpose, maybe not yours or mine, but someone's. And until the price to pay is not worth war, it will continue. On another note, Satan, like God, uses who is usable, and available, thus, we can take it from there.

The Days - A Poetic Tribute to Juan Parra Del Reigo (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem to the greatest poet Peru has produced in a hundred years. All year, knowing you're dead, I've sat in two hard-pillowed chairs. Looking out the windows, being sad, With human melancholy, trying to restart. Those days in which you lived your poetry- (in translating, editing, and selecting your best).

Three War Poems - Al-Qaeda's Dark Chiefs, Off the Coast of Somalia & to Vietnam
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] From gravid dugouts and brooding ramparts, Blasphemous they wound the lands and minds with death! They have turned upon the world with cannons' from Hell, Until many millions of mother's eyes are wet!

The Big Brick House in Erie (1973 - A Very Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Somethings in life trigger us, motivate us, and nearer the end of life's road, we find out usually what they are. I was invited to my boss' house, worked for Pennsylvania, Electric Company back in 1972-'73, I was young so very young back then freshly out of the Vietnam, and its ongoing war, just got married, had twins...

Two War Poems - "To the Palestine War-Lords" & "Before Dawn in Iraq"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] How have you fed your people upon lies. And cried "Peace! Peace! And knew it would not die! For now the iron demon takes to the sky, And in your new-found city and lands, Vigilant and fierce a deadly dragon flies.

The Great Hillside Massacre Near Hanover (242 AD)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: For the most part, Germany between AD 200-600 was a migrating people, into the early Middle Ages, coming out of the Dark Age. Along the boarders of Austria, Germany all the way to England, Rome's western provinces, the German people-immigrants for the most part adored to Latin, dialects. It might be fair to say, eventually all the Germanic peoples were Christianized, but not so to the so called, hunters of the deep.

Old Man Big Bird (And His Apartment) A Short Story of Aging
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The old man (Stan), they called him Big Bird, he stood six foot six, in apartment three, second floor, side apartment, sat in his room each night, after returning from the bar, trying to read the paper, television loud, a bottle of whisky to his side on an end-table, a pack of cigarettes, by the bottle of whiskey where the ashtray was, he had quite drinking for a spell, but started back up, it was his 76-year on this earth. Each day he'd go to the bar at noon, eat his lunch, go for a walk-up and down Rice Street (St. Paul, Minnesota), and then go to his apartment, across from the alley, and take a nap, then get back up about five p.m., and start drinking, return to his apartment between 9:00 p.m., and 11:00 p.m., and turn on the television-loud, and start that routine I just mentioned. He had lived in the apartment for fifteen-years.

The Sad Young Sergeant (A Short Story, Concerning Agent Orange)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Lee Evens met Joe, it was not a long friendship, and then Joe told him he had Agent Orange, it was nine years since he had been in Vietnam...His dull face showed a shade of vengeance by some inward self-satisfaction needed, a smugness almost that appeared to offend him, yet gave him content, if not joy-it wasn't in his nature, but it was there nonetheless, that he found something out of nothing, and now could utter what it was, he had learned the name for it, 'Agent Orange.' "They fired bombs and guns I thought," he told Lee, adding, "I never expected to live through the war, only to die at the hands of some mysterious, infectious chemical agent called 'Agent Orange.'"

Aunt Mary (And the Water-Pistol, 1958)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We bumped into Aunt Mary, she was my mother's aunt, and thus, making her my great aunt. She was in her late 70s, I was eleven years old at the time, and my mother was thirty-eight; she, Mary, lived a few blocks away from us, and it was the first time I saw her, the very first time we met, I hadn't even know she lived where she lived prior to this quick and rippled meeting.

A Winter's Evening in Augsburg (1970)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Inside the nightclub (disco) it was warm and lit up, sections, the lower, and the rounded balcony. The mugs of beer glowed with the wood of the tables, waitress were cleaning some off, and young customers were eating pretzels, popcorn and chips, seated and gazing about for girls, everyone appeared to be happy and content. Outside the nightclub, it was a chilly winter's evening.

Days Without Women (A Short Story of a Young Man's Drinking Life)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A Young man meets an old friend in a bar, has a coke, and recounts his drinking days, as she tries to get him to leave before the old neighborhood gang gets him back drinking. Everybody else around the bar was too drunk to notice him at first, someone was hammering on the bar for another drink, an old friend he noticed; then he noticed another old friend, who hadn't noticed him yet, was bragging how he was a Black Belt now in karate.

Hills Like Green Iquanas (Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam, 1971)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A break in the way in Cam Ranh Bay, brings Lee Evens to a cool night at a bar with a girl, and the dialogue, goes on and on. The hills near Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam, a peninsula in the south, were luscious and full with moist towering green foliage.

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."

Israel - Monkey See, Money Do
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Israel is in a new battle with the PLO, or Hamas. To me they are almost the same, and CNN has taken up the fight for Hamas, or so it seems to this writer.

That Morning Rain (A Mystery Story in Villa Rica, Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the Valley of Villa Rica, there is a small Hamlet, a township of some 10,000-inhabitants, located in the Andes of Peru, the central region, on the edge of a Jungle? It is Coffee country, and there are a lot of plantations there. Mercedes, lives in the hill area, with her husband, Adelmo, they have a small adobe house, perhaps no more than three-hundred square feet.

The Dead Don't Forgive (Short Story, Part of "The Lore Machaco" in Villa Rica, Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The following year, a year after the ordeal, she had visited her home city of Huancayo again, more afraid of taking the bus than ever, not because of the robbers per se, more so because of the vast bus accidents, between Lima and Huancayo, so many of the drivers unchecked by the owners of the different bus lines, falling to sleep while driving, and the bus falling into the river by La Oroya, and around the bends in the Andes, three in one week. They drove tired, with loud music on trying to keep them awake, only one driver, no shift changing, and some drunk.

The Limping Gringo Stranger of Huacrapuquio (A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a supernatural short story that takes place in a small town in the Andes, a mysterious happening takes place (the archeological history is true). One afternoon Mayor Vladimir Rodriguez, he was told a stranger had come into town, his area of jurisdiction, the little hamlet called Huacrapuquio, in the Valley of Mantaro in the central region of the Andes, in Peru (a township of some 3600- inhabitants).

Painting Words and the Andes Have Eyes
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The weaver and their sweating hands faces and expressions, meats and potatoes...! The miners and the dirt around their faces! It's all life in the raw, sweat upon brows, brows, and more brows-; no answers!

Paris' Stone Streets (With Lee Evens)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He, Lee Evens and his wife, and his wife's sister, Juliana jump on a jet in St. Paul, Minnesota, to Paris, France, where Lee has been four times, and it appears, he had a whim of an obsession after a dream to go back there again on the spur of the moment. It is five p.m., they arrive three a.m., when they arrive in Paris, they go to a hotel, and Lee he walks the streets, the stone Streets. Juliana comes along on a fluke, to get away from her boring and somewhat tiring husband. Tiring in the sense he is emotionless to her needs, and perhaps a little indifferent, they've been married 15-years, Lee, going on nine, he and his wife travel together, she's like a flee suck on a dogs tail, his tail, but Lee doesn't complain.

Wrapped in Leaves - Part Eight, of "The Loro Machaco Villa Rica" Saga
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A stranger appeared, he offered Angel some raw meat wrapped in leaves (as if it was his last meal, perhaps trying to take his mind off the moment, or perchance trying to occupy it), then the sounds of drums encircled him, but still at a distance-but closing in. Angel sat down and ate a portion of the meat, and then wrapped it back up with the leaves, "You have twelve-hours," said a voice, as he started to stand from a squatting position, his knees trembling.

The Hoarse Whisper - Part Six of "The Lore Machaco Villa Rica," Saga
[Arts-and-Entertainment] They were now crawling slowly down in the mud, in the coffee orchard fields, around the mountains of Villa Rica. They had made their way to Divine Mountain, and crossed the roughly made moving bridge, and disconnected it from the other side that is when the soldiers equally all agreed to leave the gang alone for the time being.

Judas' Provisional Reprieve
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Did you think you had just enough, to do what your dreams and desires wanted you to do; only to find out it was all merely a vision in- extractable (removed from reality) and forever placed into idealism; did you not think a court order would be issued unto you, upon the day of judgment? Was it not your own self-made longing, your barren spot, your private destiny, private donjon you wanted to create?

Eyes Without Edges (Carole's Story and Dilemma - Entry Into the Loro Machaco Cartel)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When she looked at him, Carlos, it appeared to his mind, she had eyes without edges, hair intertwined, as if it was unkempt wool, she had been ill for along while now, and he took care other, when the nurse was not around, she was incapable of walking, yet she could move her hands, and if need be, when Carlos and the nurse was gone, crawl to the bath room, across from her bed. She had been ill since 1965, five years to date. Her bedroom ...

A Cross For Bridgette (Part Seven of "The Loro Machaco of Villa Rica" Saga)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When Miss Bridgette Martinez, died, a large portion of our town's folks went to her memorial service: the men seemingly went to see a legend behind a legend, the women, to see how she had lived, for it was said among many of us, after her uncle died, the store and house-which was one building structure-remained as it was, and that was thirty-years prior (in 1978). No one-save the old renegade, Fernando, her uncle's spiritual leader-had seen her face to face-other than by a window profile, or a shadow walking in the backyard of her now empty and vacant store, in at least ten-years.

Old Josh, In - Remembering Lick'Idy Luke Slim
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was back in '46, Lick'Idy, as he was called, came up from the Florida swamps, those marshes you call the Everglades, he rode in on a mare to Ozark, then onto shantytown, I was there with Amos at the time, both of us fixing to sell our homemade moonshine, and here comes this stranger into our Alabama shantytown, I tell you I laughed a mile high when I saw him, he wore a rainbow colored weskit and pigeon-tailed coat and a fox-tailed hat that shined as if he were Davy Crockett himself, on his way to congress, oh we all thought he was mad for the moment, but he was more cleaver than mad.

Old Josh, In - Nelly's Fine
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Old Josh had hid Nelly the cow down by Goose Creek, and now Josh as he looked towards the main road, parallel the mansion, he could see the Deputy Sheriff dismount his steed, his silhouette showed, he was framed in-between the mansion on one side and a thick old tree to he others side of him, about twenty feet from the house fence. Ella turned to see whereabouts the sheriff was, knowing it must be the sheriff Josh was looking at, when she turned back to say something to Josh, he was gone, he had disappeared into the fields quicker than a clap of an eye.

No Time to Retreat (Part Twelve in the Loro Machaco of Villa Rica Saga)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] His dreams of success was like a painted backdrop-in that he had it planned out, and now they were smashed and he accepted that with a fragile stride to go and root out the guns and terrorist in that impenetrable valley and township of Villa Rica. He knew nothing of the cartel, nor cared to, thus he was stepping into unreality, angry and his mind filled with the beauty of his new shapely wife, and a dream smashed, by a general higher up than Carmella's, uncle.

No Middle Ground (Kathy's Entry Into the Loro Machaco Cartel (Part Ten))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "No, no!" Kathy cried. She had been leaning forward; he didn't respond he didn't hear her, he apparently was in some kind of thinking process or, trance, "Turn back, and don't go on!" she insisted. When Tony said what he said to Kathy, that he was going to take her, or rape her, or slay her, she almost slammed his foot on the brakes with her foot, now she knew why he was heading into the dark side of the highway.

Last Visit to Acopalca (Part Nine, of the "Loro Machaco of Villa Rica" Saga
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Before Johnny Urdanegui went on his last job with Juan Diego, the Boss of the Loro Manchaca cartel, he spent a day visiting with his father, who lived in a little hamlet, on the dusty dirt road that led to Huaytapallana (White Mountain), near Huancayo, Peru, the hamlet called Acopalca, known for its fat and tasty trout. Little did he know, this would be his last visit? Kathy, Carlos and Juan Diego, stayed at a quant hotel down by the Plaza de Arms, in Huancayo, awaiting Johnny's return.

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.

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.

The Madhouse Poems (Part One)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems of a kind that may stick in your mind, make a stir in your soul, I hope; they are plain and straightforward, but effective I do believe. The Madhouse, a rat and the night mind.

Madhouse Poems (Part Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Notes: Here are poems simple and plain, subtle with rhythmic control, with a tightly informal structure, which I feel have important things to relate, some even with a bit of dramatics. In most of my poems I try to make a unhesitating commitment to my reader, I hope I do, something that gives to the reader immediacy, informing the spirit of love and insanity, what the world is made of.

Archangel Moun 'El (And The Untold Story Of The Third World Order)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story was created from the archeological remains, fragments, of a survey, in Malta, 1/2001, taken from an old vault found at Hagar Quin, dated to 3600 BC, and then fictionalized. I was assigned to earth in the Third World Order era, a time before Adam and Eve, perhaps 20,000-years (26,108-years ago, from 2008); man was taken off his podium, and put on the pyre, and I was one of the observers. Before this time was the time of men who challenged God, and went with another archangel, ...

Sen Barrack Hussein Obama - Muslim or Not?
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Sen. Barack Hussein Obama, a major presidential contender (for 2008), does it matter if he is a Muslim or not? Should it matter? Plus he is Black, should that matter? If you are saying it shouldn't, why is he hiding or eliminating his middle name (is he not proud of his father's given name?), and of course, he cannot hide the second one. But is he a Muslim. We all know who the other contenders

Old Age and Tobacco Juice (Four Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Tobacco Juice - Now but a hideous old soiled pearl rapped by old age. Once beautiful, and vertical, Now old, with a slightly tilted body...!

The H Poem & Worms, Apes, and Worms
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The H. Poem. Whoever wrote this poem? Hills, horses and Heaven Have much in common Hell, homes and hay Have about the same Hat, and high school rat A little less.

The Cookie Jar (Three Brothers and a Sister - West Fargo North Dakota)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There's a large stretch of land, in West Fargo, North Dakota, it belongs to the Wheelers, and they've lived on it since the old man (Mr. Hugo Wheeler, moved there with his father back in 1928 (Mr. Wheeler was born 1920). His oldest son, Edward, was born 1945, and his second son Lee was born 1947, and his third son Larry was born 1949, and his only daughter was born 1953. Mrs. Wheeler, died when she was thirty-three years old, the year Anna Maria was born, double pneumonia, she was born in the cold winter months. The boys promised their mother on their dying bed they'd take care of her, make sure nothing would happen to her, until her last breath, and they meant it.

Will, or Can Israel and Palestine Succeed in Peace?
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Israel and Hamas - the Islamist group which controls Gaza - appear to be abiding by a tacit agreement to hold fire in and around the Gaza Strip, but can this last? The Lull is a deception, a period in which they can gather more weapons, regroup, and be ready to kill more Jews. I realize Palestinians are

"Heat" and "Giddy Yap" - Two Poems (One For Me, One For Ginsberg)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Heat (The :) Sky is covered with heat Day is covered with heat Night is covered with heat Devils are covered with heat Unconsciousness covered with heat Thoughts covered with heat Life and death covered with heat Heat is covered with heat Lovers covered with heat Murders covered with heat Hugo Chavez covered with heat Castro covered with heat Governments covered with heat ...

The Athenian Cleric ((And The Golden Bridle) (Part Three to - The Black Bubble))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Professor Lowell McWilliams' wife Shauna was a strange bird, and Lowell knew it but as his personality would have it, he paid little attention to it until of course his trip into the Yukon, and back. But before all this the question comes up, where did she get her magic, and what kind was it, and where did she come from. So many mysteries in the life of Lowell's wife, he never paid much attention to it as I have already mentioned, but I will now share this with you, thus, if you care to reread the story, "The Black Bubble," written in 2005, you may have a better handle on things.

In the Nick of Time (An Incident in Lima, Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We got into the taxi as usual; we were on our way to 'Wong's store' in the district, called, Circle, Lima, Peru. There was no need to speak; my wife told the driver where to go. In the taxi, Delilah heard a shot, I looked out the back window, and someone was trailing us, flowing us closely, too close for comfort, and the men in the vehicle would not give much space between them and us, and this quickly alerted me to danger, real danger.

A Blue Night, In - Gruta de Huagapo
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I admit, at hearing her voice, and the few words she said, made me shudder as she came closer to me. There was a thrill in my stomach, I could not feel my legs, neck, arms, and I had fallen deeply into a hole in the cave called Gruta de Huagapo (in the Andes of Peru). When I fell deep into it, excitement came over everybody, everyone's eyes, as they looked down upon me, were hard, with a dry glitter to them, seriously interested in what to do with me, for the roof ...

Angelina of Glastonbury - The Ghost of Glasteonbury (Part VI-AD 1201)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Angelina's Diary dated AD 1201, some two-year after Angelina killed her three rapists there seemed to appear a ghost out of nowhere, it was circulating the town of Glastonbury. Folks say they say him, a half witted looking creature, in a numb looking almost paralyzed stance, staring through the windows of the homes in Glastonbury, as if he was looking for someone. Angelina had an inkling, a sense you might say, of this ghost, or ghoul folks were talking about, but she'd need to see it ...

More Problems with Human Right's Groups Over Dogs
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] It never fails, these human rights groups run around the world trying to stick their nose into this and that, and know nothing about the problem or the solution, only about, what they feel is ethically correct, no matter who gets hurt. I am talking about the millions of dogs in India. I was in India for a while in 1997, and I walked outside of the hotel, down the black at night to get some fresh air, and

"Lullaby of the Cockroach" (A Weird But Intriguing Story of Love)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I have to tell you the saddest of all stories, a Sheppard and a Shepherdess, in the year 12,500 BC, by the names of Siuqllial, and Aavilx, lived in the arch kingdom called, Sitnalta (in its valley region, where they were born), and king Noa, wanted to marry the Shepherdess, Siuqllial, sister to Aavilx, and did marry her. But Axvilx and Siuqllial were of best friends, from birth onward, they climbed the mountains which dominated the valley kingdom together, they even, according to marriage custom, promised oneself to the other. But of ...

The Anecdote of - The Basilisk-de Notre Dame (Revision - 2-2008)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Anecdote of: The Basilisk-de Notre Dame It would seem that there is no more to be written about this great cathedral, called: Notre Dame de Paris-, put aside, someone bringing something new and strange to the table of tales, never heard of before, that it is even possible to do so is overwhelming, and then bring forth a tragedy nonetheless-or close one-yes, indeed, it would seem to envelop the mind, would it not; but for the curious reader, read on I shall produce some light of interest in this are...

Victory for Colombia, and Praise For Its President (Part III)
[News-and-Society] As always, South America looks at the situation, not the problem. And President Garcia of Peru is as always so far behind the scene, he doesn't know what is on the table. Everyone is looking at South America at what Colombia did, not why.

Kofi Annan - Man of the Hour (3-2008)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I really hate to write this article, first of all, I've written a hundred articles on this guy in the past several years, and all negative, in the sense I could never find anything good to say about him, because he had done nothing worth saying that was good, a world leader that God only knows how he got to the top of the ladder in the UN. He lived in my home state for a while and went to one of our local colleges, and then onto the United Nations to make his fame and millions at the expense ...

WWIII in South America
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Unbelievable, here is a country, Colombia trying to fight terrorism and killing one of the top dogs in terrorism, and finding the terrorist have a camp one mile from the Colombia boarder in Equator, and instead of helping Colombia fight them, Ecuador and Venezuela want go to war over it, to save the terrorist. And here the rest of the world, or at least North America and Europe are trying to fight terrorism. I ask myself, over what?

Wars vs Central Banking (Part Two)
[News-and-Society] Create a debt, by the Central Bank (Federal Reserve), or have the banks, through the Central Bank (FR), create a debt. Why? It only stands to reason, profit.

Yoreth, the 27th Demogod (In Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A very special poem, the author illustrates an insight briefly and vividly, fantasy but perhaps with some realism under it. The imagination of the authro takes you into a lecture room, where his students are angelic evil beings, evil spirits, demon, and the Yoreth, gives the lecture, teh 27th, demigod.

Faith and Logic
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] (Logic vs. Faith) We talk of faith as if it is abstract, an intrinsic spirit that has to bite you before it becomes real, subjective (and when you get the blessing from the faith you don't have, but wish you had, and the echo hits God's ears, then we call it by-chance, for nothing else could have produced it). Faith, its roots are belief, trust, very simple roots, but if you hate God, pride will stop the faith from entering the soul, and what do you have left, a Jaw bone from...

Poems - The Chinese Rose, Jerks and Flows, Cambodia, & Prince Harry
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] For a night and a day of beauty- God created the Chinese Rose It comes into a flower (a bud) and then is gone: Like a blink of a star, Like a kiss to set a heart on fire, Then it is gone, like a song only to be remembered.

Jaipur, India - The Boiling Moon & Sapphire Writes (Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Under the boiling moon, are memories of India in general, a trip the author took in 1998, and would leave the hotels in the middle of the night to walk among the city, hire a bodyguard, that was more scared then he, and walked the streets at 2:30 AM. Talk to the poeple, drink some black tea, get sick, and go on and do it the next day again.

Four Madness Poems (Madness, Lazyness & Vanity, Death)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems, one on madness, one on lazyness, one on vanity. But it doesn't stop there, it goes on and on.

Gabe and Sweet Chile--1846 ((In, Memories of Old Josh)(Episode #44, 2-25-2008))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (In a wink of an Eye) Advance: Well, the truth of the matter is, Josh had a wife, believe it or not. And her name was Marinutita Jefferson George, for short, she was called Sweet Chile. Her and her boyfriend, Gabe, visited Josh once (perhaps twice), and to Jordan's surprise, met his mother. She saw at first her two boys from a distance, then came closer to get a better look, but she wasn't really there to see the

Kosovo's Independence (2-26-2008)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] More disruption with Bosnian Serbs, we have here, a mob of protesters that are giving humanity a clear message (that they are not able to confront issues with dialogue), actually they gave the citizens of Kosovo that same clear message not long ago, by the slaughtering of them, and now they want the world and the minds of the persecuted to welcome them into their little hornets nest, and to be ruled by them. If I was the Islamic Albanian in Kosovo, I'd dread being under the iron hand of these deadly souls. Look how they feel about their blessed Kosovo, can you imagine how they will feel once they get their hands on the throats of the citizens. I don't blame the good citizens of Kosovo for wanting once and for all to rid themselves of the beasts across their boarder, God help me if I had to live under such a regime.

James Joyce and Ernest Hemingway - Who Helped Them?
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] It has always interested me (perhaps because of my background in psychology), how men and women are made, from the days of youth, to the days of just prior to death. It is never because one man stood alone against all the odds in the world. It is because he took opportunity when it came by.

The Federal Reserve System - by a Poet!
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] To be honest, I don't think many people know what the Federal Reserve is. I worked for a bank many years ago for eleven years total, had to go to the Federal Reserve now and then, and even the folks working in the so called System, didn't know the workings of it, they just worked for it (I'm talking about the years between 1982 to 1993). I'm not all that smart about it either but I do know a few things, that I really do not like knowing about it.

"Moonshine and the Devil" - ((In, Memories of Old Josh)( Episode #43, Series Four, Part Two of Two))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (1871) Old Josh drank his share of moonshine, but was no drunkard according to him, and right after that flintlock situation he wanted to prove it, matter of fact, he preached against it, believe it or not, one day, at the local church, he said this that Sunday morning: "Da devil he, takes da fight out of da man, by feedin' him da moonshine. It da trick he plays ya know, he knows if you is, or is if you is not da man to ...

"Flintlock" - ((In, Memories of Old Josh)(Episode #42, Forth Series - Part One of Two))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Old Josh is playing with his flintlock pistol ( a 1774, revolutionary pistol, smoothbore, iron, 69 Caliber, nine inch barrel, with some weathering to it, and one can tell it has some combat use on it), he is oiling it with axle grease, looking down its barrel, testing its spring, pulling the hammer back and forth, and then to its semi locked potion, semi lock, because there is really no locked position, thus, it is cocked. He and Silas are down at the ...

The Lesser Spirts of Heidelberg Castle (An Account of Intrigue, and Supernaturalism)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Part One Prologue: Seventy-two demons, were put into a bottle legend has it, in the days of Solomon, and were made to work for King Solomon in building his Temple, and the bronze vessel was said to have been sealed by magic thereafter with the seventy-two demons inside; but according to later tales, one demon of the seventy-two was released, and obliged to work for him (King Solomon). Solomon died at the age of about 60-years old, he never told anyone were that one demons was sent (but I know where he ...

MRSA and AIDS - Who Are We Allowed to Blame? (The Green Monkey?)
[Health-and-Fitness:Diseases-STDs] MRSA bacteria, otherwise known as methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus MSRA spreads via surface-to-surface contact, symptoms can include pimple-like sores on the skin where the bacteria launch their attack. We already got the experts out there, saying it is a super bug disease, and not a gay disease, it did not take them long to blame it on the bug. Dave Mosher, Live Science Staff Writer, makes a joke out of the whole thing, as expected, he is most likely gay.

"Dead Skies over Kenya" & "Kenyan's Hope," Poems, and a Commentary on Kenya's Struggle For Peace
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: In recent weeks, there has been much commotion, fighting, and loss of life in Kenya, and it seems, the United States, along with the United Nations, are for once in unison, with concern over this African nation, not like it was back in the early 90s, when the world ran away from the Uganda crisis, and almost a million lives were lost. All Kenyans seem to agree with one thing, change the constitution, that in itself is a problem, the two sides that are in opposition, are talking, it's about time, and in one...

"Centipedes" - ((In, Memories of Old Josh) (Series Four, #38))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Old Josh used to watch the centipedes with all their legs speed across the wooden floors of his shanty shack; he was amazed at all those legs working in unison. He wasn't sure exactly how they moved, but they looked as if they moved without thinking, and they'd speed across one side of the hut, to the other, spot him, and try to hide here or there, before he stomped on them barefoot.

Alligator Moonshine - ((In, "Memories of Old Josh")(#37))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Silas was remembering when his father Josh had stepped off, and in the process, slipped from the last step of the porch in 1904, a year before his death (it was now 1909; he caught his pants leg onto the an edge of the end, or last wooden step (Old Josh, had made those steps, built those very same steps himself, he had to cut down a tree by the creek to make them, drag it up hill, across the cornfields, through the backwoods, back in the late 1880s, all that to ...

"An Afternoon with Rosa on the Roof " and "Ghost Town" (Two Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I don't usually write about my wife, unless it is hidden within my words, but here is a poem of a nice warm afternoon with my wife, to have a good wife is a gift from God, so many are worthless, lazy, and not worth the words. Ive been married four times, I know what I'm talking about. A good woman is worth her weight in gold. A bad one, is worth going to hell for, to get away from her. The second poem is a little different, about growing up, and looking back.

Two Poems - "Where Appear Red Clouds" & "Midwinter Winds"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Where Appear Red Clouds (a poem for: Burroughs and Ginsberg). Because of Him, O Phantom, because of him, we shake in the flesh, bow, yet see with the fleeting eye, listen for the inseparable Master the unspeakable King of the air, for we are simply the unintelligible, from the cradle, to the grave, from sunset to the dawn, an insect, compared to the Giver, God!

Who Was Christopher Brennan? (A Great Poet!)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] For the most part, a forgotten poet (other than for Australia), who was born 1870, and died 1932; his work was more on the mythological side of the spectrum it seems; born in New South Wales, Australia. His main work, which I would like to bring to surface here, was Poems: 1913, which he published in 1914. He wrote several works, and seems to have influence many poets in Australia, perhaps like Juan Parra De Riego, in the Andes of Peru, whom most people do not know, but did some great things for poetry-creating motion.

Memories of Old Josh, In - Dugout Canoe (Episode - #36 Series Four)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here Old Josh meets one of the Characters I've used in the past. Actually, this new series has much more of that in the stories, as well as more dates. He likes fishing, that has always been his way, and corn whiskey, and Jordon is trying to figure out something about his pa, when on the lake.... Perhaps of all the series I have written of the many characters I've used, Old Josh is always a refreshing experience for me.

Memories of Old Josh, In - The Hanging of Amos (Episode #39)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Amos was born in Ozark, Alabama, lived in back of the cemetery, he often worked for Silas, Old Josh's boy, in picking cotton for Mr. Hightower. There was a shantytown of sorts there, where huts, where the main building structures, and Amos' hut was built right into the side of a hill. There were old dirt roads that lead into the shantytown, one in particular, had an old stone bridge on it, thus, that is how the town got its name, in 1863, "Stone Bridge," the confederate military had built it, for a quick runaway in case the Union soldiers were chasing them: this way they could lose them in the chase.

Memories of Old Josh (4th Series "Josh the Poet")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new series of Old Josh, and an introductin on what to expect in the following weeks. The first story is Old Josh, the Poet, and the next one will be The Hanging of Amos. This new series, will be less dialogue, and more story telling, and more background I expect. The stories started out four years ago, and now have been on over 60-sites, but of course, ezinearticles, have received the first and third series before anyone else, he second series, is out there, but not on this site.

William Burroughs (a Glance at "Cities of the Red Night')
[Arts-and-Entertainment] ...his outward vision, I'm not sure exactly what that is, and to be frank, I doubt he ever knew (Mr. Burroughs died in 1997, about four months after his old sidekick Allen Ginsberg kick the bucket): perhaps he actually believed, and I believe he believed, his vision was his concern of or for society, civilization, their deadly march to the inferno, but I can't believe that, not down deep anyhow. Anyone who has read Burroughs, knows he is already in the inferno, he need not look for it in the cities for us throughout the world, or South America, if anything, his books are full of nasty words-and his homosexual desires, drives and tendencies-the book should be rated for sex, a triple-X, as in this book I am talking about, nothing new on the corner; it should only be sold in a porno stores; I suppose someone will say, as always: you don't need to read it. That is an argument in itself, and in this article I do not have time to confront that saying, or issue.

City of the Opium Serpent (Part Three of Three -The Opium)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Before he killed...he had coffee with his second dose of opium, and licked his fingers clean of butter. The Doctor left, after she had made her completed rounds at Anchor Hospital, drove her Model T Ford to the police station. It was just before dusk.

City of the Opium Serpent (Part Two of Three - Crisis and Emergency)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part to the story, as it builds up to the third part where it will all come to a head. The river is rising, and the Doctor and Police Captain are becoming more exposed to their duty in this story.

City of the Opium Serpent (Part One of Three - The Great Flood)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a story, the city where I was born, and the great flood of 1927. I have great floods in Minnesota, but the one of 1927, was perhaps the biggest. And there is a suspense story that will grab your guts.

Who Are My Writers?
[Arts-and-Entertainment] About a week ago someone asked me who my best writers were; I said there was too many to put down. Then today I got thinking of it, that really was a wrong statement. There are really not many, if you look at the long line of writers, if indeed there are any good novel writers out there today, there are only a few, as well as a few good poets (Like Robert Bly and Donald Hall), worth their salt. What we have today, is quick sell entertainment writers. We do not have writers today that will be

Cody's Trip - Gull Lake (1987)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] When my two boys, and one daughter were growing up, I made a promise to them, after the devoice, that I'd take them each on a separate trip. Money was hard to get back then, and I was working part time, but it turned into a full time job after a while, and I had gotten my children off and on, a child custody thing, and made arrangement to go to Gull Lake, in Minnesota, because Cody, the elder twin, liked fishing. Besides fighting mosquitoes in the evening, and trying to get an air-conditioned working, it was in the 90s that summer, we had a great time, but once on the lake, I found out I was a tinge, concerned about the speed of the boat, it was my first sense, I was getting old. I was 40-years old then, twenty years ago, but at 15-years old, I was perhaps like Cody, the faster the better.

A Poetic Sketch On - A'isha Bint Abu Bakr
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] To my understanding Muhammad the Prophet, had 13-wives. Aisha was his 3rd, and very, very, very young; she was, said to have been nine-years old, and the only virgin. Sawda, his second, so it is said, yet there is a belief out there Aisha may have been his second instead, but did not make love to her until after He wed Sawda, being so very, very, very young (('A'isha Bint Abu Bakr)(she who lives)) 'A'isha Bint Abu ...

Walt Whitman - Over, and Over, and Over!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] What more can be said that has not been said about Walt Whitman? A good question. To be honest I do not have any more insight than the average man out there who has read Whitman, but let me give you my point of view anyhow, for what it is worth, and it may not be worth a lot, and then on the other hand it may be a treasure, you never know.

Poems - "Stupid Love" "Stupid Death by a Sheriff" "Poet of the City" & "Dust," Not So Stupid
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Silent Love To love silently love is painful (raw tender); you feel like your always in a corner. You want to approach or wish you had..

Rotten Apples (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It is only wise to be with people you love To share in, part of your life, it pleases the soul, It will please the soul more staying close to them, For the soul wishes it is long and longs for it. I have perceived this to be true, true enough, To be surrounded by breathing and laughing flesh That holds me as enough, to be who I ...

The Mad Moche ((The Baron)(A Short Story))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (The Executioner from Chan Chan) He made ceramic replicas of all the men he executed, the Executioner of Chan Chan, in what is known now as Northern Peru, by Trujillo. His pottery has been found in the sands near and in the Valle of Sipan, Chan Chan, and in the Andes around Cusco, as well as in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, near Huancayo.

Winter of Sorrows (An Elegy for a Friend)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A friend I had known for some eight-years in Lima, her husband had passed on six weeks ago, she and he had no children, just each other. I had noticed how strong she was sitting there talking about it, and I thought to my self: when my mother had died, whom lived with me, and I with her for thirty-four years, I was angry, and hot inside, and anti social, and I love the Lord, as she does.

Slow Moving Moon Over Vietnam (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Slow Moving Moon over Vietnam (in the hills of Cam Ranh Bay) (in May of'71) The ocean roars, as the rain poured over Vietnam (in this war)-; and here, here I sit in the middle of it in a hooch as a barracks, singing songs drinking beer wine and vodka all night long, and laying with women...

The Arctic's Great Whiteout (23,516 BC)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Written 12/2006 AD: originally written out on a napkin, as a Short chapter story, and recently found, never completed; written in St. Paul, Minnesota. According to Aztec time, and epochs, there was a period when the tiger, the great cats, the jaguar ruled the lands of earth. Prior or near the period of 24,000 BC, they became extinct, no one really knows why, and then we shift into a more broader age of the new forthcoming, human. In the ice ages, which were more than a few, Greenland has always kept the world in the North, a tinge colder between the Americas and Europe, perhaps at one time, Greenland was not Greenland, but under the sea, should this had been, the warm winds between North America and Europe would have produced a warmer climate, and should it abruptly have risen from the deep sea, that would account for a disruption in that area. And so in this poetic tale, or story, I have created simply a moment in time, without of course naming the cause and effect, or the moment, all speculation.

"Along the Streets of Cario" & "Tijuana-1969" (Two Poems In Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Two poems, concerning a few things that took place when I visited the two cities, one in Mexico the other in Egypt. Done in poetic prose.

Agony Of The Great Mud Turtle (A Poetic Tale In English And Spanish Now!)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I - A great turtle raised up his head-- from the dark, but crimson under bellow of the inner Earth, His stone like head, and grey deep eyes of despair-stared, just stared with a long poiso'd tongue hanging. "Cruel, jealous, selfish are men," He said with a failing grin..

Two Miner Poems - Out of Cerro de Pasco
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Soft dreams, from sun-beams, commencing over a sill, through a window, down into a crib o'er the head of an infant boy; he lays waiting, just waiting for the day...

Going-Going, Gone! (and an Essay on Writing and Learning)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Yes, I'm going, going, going going far away yes, I'm going, going, going, almost gone you might say yes, we are all going away almost gone away we are all going someday; won't be back tomorrow going, going-gone just like the others going, going-gone like the end of a song gone, gone, gone-going to the other place. We were never meant to stay not much lift here anyway, not much more to say, ...

Neal Cassady - Beat Generation Hobo
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Born 1926, died 1968, 41-years old. Best known for being an icon of the Beat Generation, nothing wrong with the Beat Generation, but with some of the deadbeats from that generation, and he is one. He met Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac, in 1946, at Colombia University (and later on would be in Jack's books as one of his characters, 'On the Road').

Peter Orlovsky - His Company and Poetry
[Book-Reviews:Poetry-Playscripts] Lover to Allen Ginsberg, wrote several books, one "Leapers Cry" (1972). Born 1933, seventy-five years old come July 3, 2008. Like his lover, he wrote some nasty stuff, like to like, or like two peas in a pot, what can you say.

Tennessee Williams - "In the Winter of Cities" (A Review)
[Book-Reviews:Poetry-Playscripts] I expect when most people think of Tennessee Williams, they think of the plays he wrote, such as "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," or "The Glass Menagerie," or even, "A Streetcar Named Desire," all great movies, and plays. But he wrote other stories, and one novel, "The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone," among other things.

Allen Ginsberg's Book - "Collected Poems"
[Book-Reviews:Poetry-Playscripts] I've read a lot of poets in my life, and it never fails me, when I read Allen Ginsberg, especially his new book out, "Collected Poems," 1947-1997, to think how this guy can write the way he did, did he have no shame. His new book is really 1200-pages of toilet paper. You can see in his book, the last 100-pages or so, he never liked getting old; he talks a lot about his failure to function as a man, or even as a human.

So Called, Friends Listening (Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It use to happen to me often, mostly during my drinking days, in bars, in particular, but also in bed, at parties, when you simply meet people and you have a bit of spare time on your hands, you meet them, and they want to be your friend, they want you to stop and listen to them (friendships take time, those that come by it quickly, so it leaves just ...

Three Little Ditties (Boom Box, Jelly Music, and Moondog #4)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three little Ditties, music rhimes, it if doesn't make much sense, well, don't get mad, it's that kind of music, you know, what is out there, most don't make any sense, and if I made sense, I'd be the only one. So it is go with the flow music today.

Spring Poems (2008)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Spring Poems Towards spring in the City (a St. Paul, Minnesota Poem) Where the Mississippi River nears the pier, when spring is near, the water is loud and high; and all the winter birds, come back, against the morning sky..

Two Poems - Talking to Death and Old World Changing
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] When I die I really don't give a hoot if you bury me in the local cemetery or along some abandon road, or lock me up tight in a wooden urn, or throw my ashes over, and down into the Rimac or Mississippi rivers. I don't even care for a funeral! First, I got no family to speak of: a brother, one ...

The Moondog Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Moondog, you look like a hotdog a gray frog, all dressed in dark-gray ash, yes...a hotdog with no hair on the head (I'll stay with that). Moondog, you need a shave your beard is way, way, way, out of the way...perhaps you're too busy to get off your train?

A Poem and a Poem - Abu Laith al-Libi and Obama vs Hillary
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I do not know Obama that well, as far as a political person, or his views, but I do know Edward, and I'd not allow his hands over my shoulder when the camera was looking, Edward is what I would call, a cold blooded scavenger. Remember the book, "Dark Waters," by Joyce Otis... here is a guy when the chips get down, runs to a hole in the ground and like an ostrich, hides his head, hoping no one saw what he did, or have we all forgot he was responsible for the death of a young woman not so long ago.

Sociology in Peru (Tribute to the Sociology College, Huancayo, Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] (The Premise: for the readers better understanding of Sociology in Peru) I was invited and received an award from the Sociology College in Huancayo, Peru, and thus, I feel I should write a tribute for them. I do not claim to know more about sociology than they (especially in their own country), for I only have a minor in undergraduate studies in sociology, but I do have a major in Psychology, a License in Counseling, a Ph.D.

The Seeds of the Eel People (Part III)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] They know their ways, they act stupid sometimes, but it is on purpose, they think faster than we act, --it is our life they process, as if it was theirs-a war is going on here. They feel they are special, and the rest of us we're made to adjust to them-the eel people (one must remember, there are several ...

The Eel People (Part II, Hid in an Egg)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] There was no key to life, so I would find out-in the great city of San Francisco, back in 1968-69, if there was a key it was in my head, my head, somewhere in my head; so I simply walked the streets of Castro, Mission, Dolores, I'd walk, day after day, caught the trolley along the way. In those far off days-everything in ...

Two Poems - Ta Prohm & Siem Reip (Cambodia)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Other Poems of Angkor Wat Intestines of the Devil (At Ta Prohm) They strangle the temple walls, these intestines of the devils (the roots at Ta Prohm). Intestines of the devils-they leave as they pass this way, big as huge pythons: thumbs ...

Lima's Anniversary (A Little History, 1-2008)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Just a word or two on Lima; I live in Lima, about four months out of the year, have been here going on eight years. Lima, the word Lima, comes from one of the oldest languages in the world, a language much used in the sierras, but not much in the eight-million metropolis of Lima, nowadays. Quechua, is the name of the language, and the word means, "Rimac" or in simple English, it means, 'The talking River,' (or, Rio).

Fatal Blow - Who Will Be President of the USA?
[News-and-Society:Politics] Who will be the next president? This is an overview, and my opinion on the matter.

Russia - King for a Day
[News-and-Society:Politics] Russia: King for a Day Russia is warning the world, or at least the United Nations, which represents the world, and the EU, not to fool around in Kosovo, or we may slap your hands, or perhaps start a nuclear war, or perhaps, stop sending them oil, or perhaps, not talk to them for a month. Not sure what they can do, but they are warning the world all the same: do not send troops into Kosovo. No one has paid full attention to them yet, but who knows, maybe they will.

The Eel People (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It is quite strange that it comes to mind, gone days of an era, without rules or ethics, a time when I walked the streets of San Francisco, slept in the barracks of North Carolina, and Alabama. And perhaps Death will be the remedy for many, who remember.

Two Poems - Eel and Whale in Reykjavik & Garden Music
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] 1) Eel and Whale in Reykjavik (9-9-'99) In Reykjavik, one evening I walked into a restaurant (with a visiting female, like me)- ordered: thick slices of eel, slices of thin cut whale, rolled in syrup like gravy with potatoes and rice (in the day, month and year of 9-9-'99); rolled up my white evening shirt, then took a bite of her dish and she a bit off mine. ..

Three Poems - "Allen Ginsberg's Image of God" plus "Death Coma" and "Dirty People"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Allen hoped there was a gay Creator-and he died with that hope-. Now he is in hell, and hoping for a gay savior...! His image of God-never ends, he thinks God is his pet!

In the Fighting Fields of Bagdad and Kabul (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a war poem. Everyday some soldier is dying for the liberty of another in sandy fields of Afghanistan and Iraq, I am not sure if the inhabitants of these countries even care for freedom, or liberty, I often think we are shoving it down their throats; nor at times do I think they appreciate all the young lives be given up for them. Perhaps I look at it sideways, and this is more on how I feel than think. In any case, the only winners in this long drawn out fight is perhaps the low flying scavengers', whom have feast over this. May the Lord be with the soldiers whom are fighting for such virtues in life to be extended?

Rhyme of the Ten Ton Toad (A Children's Rhyme)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In the Satipo jungle of Peru near the Tambo Rio, amongst the foliage and trees, lives an ancient ten ton toad, with four big, one ton toes and a one ton tongue behind his teeth. His back is fat yellow and green; his eyes are small like a jelly beans- and his front arms are open and stretched as if ready to jump-on someone's chest.

Last Roundup for a Star
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Movies-TV] A few closing words on the recent death of the young movie star...I forgot his name. dls

Helicopter Over the Jungle (From a Dream)(Motif, First Thought Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] About the Poem "Helicopter over the Jungle": Here is a new poem from a dream, many lines repeated, to incorporate the motif tone, and first thoughts to produce the sensitivity and texture (or grain I want) for the poem-dream. Mike my brother, hot muggy, jungle all around him, lost in its sea of green.

Hot Day in Lima (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The city's streets here in Lima (on this hot summer's day), is full of junky cars, so it seems weaving in and out like blind bees. Carbon smoke, it chokes all us, eight-million people (a million taxis) Ugh! -it's a hot day in Miraflores, Rosa and I walk ...

Four Holy Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are a few poems written in the 1980s, never published before, I call these four poems "The Holy Poems." I discovered them when I was cleaning my mother's apartment out, after she died in 2003, I had a lot of things packed away. I found even poems in her drawers, she had kept.

Stillness on the Ship (A Poem on Grieving and the Waters Around the Galapagos)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Parts of the day, and nights I watched the sea gulls, chase the ship, sometimes along side us, sometimes in back, sometimes perched, as if in the air, but up there, by the Captains helm, the gulls would roam, seemingly, uncaring, staring into his room; snubbing the whole world, and its land, under a blue sky looking down onto the blue water. Now I paced, in the moonlit night, paced like a child, back and forth along the side of the ship, ...

The Master of a Hundred Hounds & The Unattested Echo ((Poem #21 & 20)(1964))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Advance: In 1964, being 17-years old, my poetry had changed a little, to a more profound philosophy form; in that year I can only find two poems left, that I wrote, where the rest are, no one knows, anyhow, #20 "The Unattested Echo," and #21, "The Master of a Hundred Hounds." These two poems were put into my first book called, "The Other Door" (1981, reedited and revised) The poetry after these poems, came slow, a few in Vietnam, and then I started back up writing again in the 1980s, a newspaper in Minneapolis picked up about ten of my poems, published them, and then onto the 90s, but I didn't reach a large amount of poems in those years, up until 2001, I had only written about 250 to 400 poems (many of them misplaced), in comparison to the 2200, I have now (1/2008). .

Christ's Hymn of Conception
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There was nothing, nothing at all, all was non-existent: there was no universe, no beginning beyond it. What came about, and was? Was shape, and sanctuary?

Sand (A Poem With a Commentary On War)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The poem "Sand," is simply reminder, we have already called to arms our armies. Where next shall we go is the question, not if, just where. The Middle East is the new world hot spot, as we have been seeing from year to year, and Iran is perhaps on the waiting list for a war, as is the ongoing war in Israel with the Palestine's-going to extend itself sooner or later onto another country.

Beyond Man (A Poem Written Before Its Time)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Originally written in 1963, and published in "The Surveyor," Washington High School newspaper, St. Paul, Minnesota and first time published on the internet; the poem was originally written while in Journalism Class, at the age of 16-years old, Dennis' second published work, the poem 'Typing' is his first.

Guard Duty on a Dusty Road (A Poem out of Vietnam)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I remember thinking (at the time), I should send a poem home, perhaps to my mother, or send it to someone, anybody, to let them know I was alive, even a magazine or newspaper came to mind. I remember, the day was long, and hot, I was in Cam Ranh Bay, South Vietnam, and was selected for guard duty, and when the truck picked me up, to take me back, we drove down along the South China Sea, a smoother road there, and up into our campsite, several miles from the three ammo dumps that occupied the peninsula.

Typing (A Poem, #19, Written in 1963)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Advance: Originally written, 1963, at the age of 16-years old. This poem was put into the Washington High School newspaper (St. Paul, Minnesota), my typing teacher spotted me writing this poem, and not doing my required work, and gave it to the journalism teacher, and it was published. My first published work/poem #19. It is funny, as you read it, near the last lines it reads "You may know it from the Twentieth to the twenty-first century." Written 44-years ago, I was predicting my future, and I still do know how to type. This poem was also put into my first book, "The Other Door," written in 1980, and published in 1981, no a classic and hard to find. During my High School days, I didn't write all that much, perhaps 17-poems total, from the age of 11 to 16, and then several more thereafter.

Chant to the Arc Angel
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Hear me arch angel, who knows me for who I am. I know you have been with me since I was born, and I know you will stay with me until I return to where I came from. Perhaps you are the passionate whisper whom inspires this poet to dream.

Soul of the Plant
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Advance: you've most likely heard of people talking to plants, do you think they have a psychological issue? You've also-most likely-if you've watched plants, see physically they respond to heat, water, cold, the elements; if you watch them closer you will also see they (moods), or better put, they are sensitive, and if you are sensitive, and a tinge, patient, and open minded, and observant you may come to the question, "How can this be?" Even some gardens grow better with certain people.

Poetic Epigrams for February, 2008
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Plato and Aristotle (Haiku) Two geniuses together makes for two lit pieces of dynamite #2167 1-22-2008 Friendship Chosen I don't care to be everyone's friend: there is too much wickedness in human nature and I don't have eight eyes that circle my head...

Midnight Waters (A Night for Hell's Gatekeeper)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] He calls from the closed gate, heavy-iron-lidded gate, mouth open loyal to the arch angel of ten wings, he dare not ask, exactly when shall he open it, day or night, darkness or light, but it has been innumerable for him, waiting here now for his special friend; holding his breath, for the grave to capture him (an old earthly friend). He knows his comrades had manifested a mirage of dark hope for him, they preyed and even slaved, in making a living earthly phantom of him, deep in his mind, soul...

The Rime of the Ancient Philosopher
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The ancient traveler, philosopher Plato traveled many years to gain his wisdom, values, way of thinking, knowledge, logic. Stopping in Cairo, Judea, Roma-then back to Athens, after many years. With his broad shoulders, long beard and impressive high brows, he formed his Doctrine of Ideas.

Freedom for Kosovo (Remember the Alamo)
[News-and-Society:Politics] If it was up to Kosovo, province, they would elect tomorrow to be independent of Serbia (and may very well do that); at this point, the U.S. and European have agreed on one thing, if anything, they support their independence.

Poetry as Therapy (Anne Sexton, Plath & Dylan Thomas)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Bipolar, American Poet, born 1928, died 1974 (at 46-years old). For her, poetry became part of her therapy; she took up workshops, and dived into her new found freedom. Her poetry was exploratory, in the sense she was looking inside of herself to find herself.

All My Heroes are Drunks (A Love Poem, With Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Faulkner and Hemingway, both Nobel Prize winners, both drunks, both thought they were intellectuals, and were not; both never went to college, somehow made history in their push in the literary world though. Faulkner was also invited to Harvard to speak, another poor choice on behalf of Harvard Professors. I have read all of Faulkner's works, nothing impressive, dull stories to say the least, but for its time perhaps a little above the C-plus status.

Witchcraft is Honored at Harvard on Behalf of JK
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I suppose I am going to spoil 375-million breakfast around the world today with this article, for that is how many books she sold of her Harry Potter series, J.K. Rawlings (JK for short). She made over one billion dollars in doing so, not a bad net income, and in away, good for her. And if we can, put the money aside, for a moment maybe we can look at the problem, not the situation.

An Icy Day in Minnesota (For - Shawn Siluk)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Survival requires human sacrifice, and acceptance of catastrophe, even revolt, or revolution, children often try to escape and go above the conflict of forces in their mind, body-mind elements that is (fighting is better than talking, for talking for young adults mean, compromise) which threatens to overwhelm the self, if indeed a chaotic environment comes about-this took place in my life, and in my sons life. Scattered through this poem "An Icy day in Minnesota," are stones, transcendental stones, injections, a cosmic uselessness of poetry perhaps, in the confession style, where humilities meet one another.

Poetic Epigrams for January 2008
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Log and Slack - The Log went down the river and there I saw Slack, he remained behind; but it was effort that pushed Log along as it was inertia that held Slack back. The Log pushed on, even with the undertow, Slack, waited for an accident to happen, one that never showed.

Plato's Feast (A Poem With An Advance)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Here is a poem, with commentary, yet it is more on the philosophy side of life perhaps than poetic side, so I put it under the spell of philosophy. Sometime we forget, and perhaps Plato did, we forget, the very thing we do, is the very thing we argue about is not the thing to do.

Whale Message
[News-and-Society] The recent incident with the taking of prisoners (POW's you could call them, since there seems to be a war out there in the high seas), with the Australian group and ship, Oceanic Viking, a group of activists being seized by the Japanese whaling vessel, and said to have kidnapped them (hardly true, if they willingly boarded the ship without permission, it is more like invading on the Australian part, stupidly invading may I add). There is a lot of principles involved here, principles that are not necessarily shared by each.

Heathrow's Hero
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It is nice to hear the British Airways pilot (an unsung hero yet), who landed safely at London's Heathrow Airport, did so well, with his sharpness, skills, bravery, he saved 136-lives, not a bad days work for anyone. We hear so much of the pilots who are drunk, and the planes that crash for this reason or that, but here is a happy ending, as happy that is as happy can be under the circumstances.

Creating the Poet
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In the early part of my life I had no money, so I bought Will Durant's books on Civilization, and read all 11 of them, chapter to chapter, and I bought a set of Encyclopedias, and did the same, subject to subject, all the way through from book one to book 23. And when I had the chance, I grabbed each and every one, or almost everyone. Each person's journey in becoming a poet, is different.

Saudi's Maid
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I am not sure what the big deal is about Saudi Arabia chopping a head off a murderer, it sounds to me like a good deterrent. And yes, show it on television. America should adopt such ways in dealing with murderers, instead of giving them a bed, and three meals a day, and they don't even thank the taxpayers.

War and Peace (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Suck into man is war hammered into man is peace and both are disturbed equally consciously clumsily. Educators, politicians, generals, from laziness or habit or even natural cursedness, give defense for the dead, and the uncorrelated systems they vaguely know, yet support, uninterested in the comfort of others, only in the (or their) masterwork, and their exulted positions.

Democracy Reflected
[News-and-Society:Politics] I suppose this is an ongoing question,"Why do people denounce Democracy?" In America this is often looked upon as a mortal sin, almost, and as President Bush would proclaim: the world at large should be under such an umbrella. Anybody's guess is good here though, but let me try to explain my opinion, and of course it is just that, an opinion, and perhaps too opinionated.

The Beer-Drinkers of Peru (A Poem with Commentry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I am not trying to make fun of my Peruvian comrades, only that it is sad to have to write what I feel is more than truthful. There is a very high rate of alcoholism in Peru, between 8 to 10 percent, are chronic alcoholics, and 80 percent drink. And there is much too much, death because of this, such as car accidents, and domestic abuse, and over the road, at night, bus drivers are commonly drunk, and accidents occur.

Two Poems - "The Old Timer," & "Married to a Gringo"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Old Timer. I noticed today, my hair is thinning on my head more so than it used to be, and there is a bald spot in the back- and my whiskers are thicker, grayer, than ever. My stomach is out a few inches more too, more than I can ever remember before; and my legs are thinning with less muscle tone, can't stand alone, very long anymore. 'What the heck is going on here,' I asked myself?

Naples Garbage, and Mussolini's Ghost
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It is hard to believe in these days of technology, where man can go to the Moon, as well as Mars, and so forth, and a country like Italy, with one of its biggest cities, internationally known, can't solve a domestic problem as simple as garbage. By god, what has come to this world renowned country that once ruled the world, and can't pick up a garbage bag without issues to solve. Perhaps they need to call on Mussolini's ghost for advice.

Roaches in Chinese Province of Hubei
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Roaches in Chinese province of Hubei (Here we are seeing an old issue turn new, the control of the internet.) Roaches of China have done it again, a blogger from China has been beaten to death by the hands of China's officials, its public workers. I am sure somehow they got permission, to go ahead with the manslaughter; Qi Zhengjun(Chief of administration).

However Strange (A Short Story of Fiction, Chapters 1 Thru 4)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the new story called "However Strange," it takes place in Lima, Peru, and it is of today's times. The story has a number of chapters, here I will share with you the first four, the others have not been written yet, although they are in my mind, it is just digging them out, I do hope, I do not tire before I get all the chapters down. I usually have the ending already fixed in my mind before I start, but in this case it could shift a bit.

Three Domestic Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] She would have me drag those old rugs outside, put them over the cloths lines, beat them to death with a broom, awkward I felt, (looked about to see whom was looking, and beat them like a punching bag), dust flew in my face and hair. And then she'd take the curtains down, wash them, and then onto the walls, she washed them also. And in the midst of it all, she moved the beds, stripped them clean, and I'd have to clean the dust out of the corners; then onto wiping the windows down, the sills; putting on those screens, over the windows. I was a bit disoriented in all this, but she was inextinguishable.

In the Bowls of the Beast (The Coming World Dictatory)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] First it was the Union of Europe, now it is the Union of the West- that Europe requests; thus, we have globalism at our feet, as we sink, into the Bowels of the Beast...

Grasshoppers of Reason
[Self-Improvement:Spirituality] When I look about I see so much, too much, I can't consume it all, especially when I see others pain others-thus. I wonder if we are the great creatures of reason we are suppose to be, think we are, were told we were, or perhaps lower than the insects in comparison-hard to say, by empirical data, it is easy to see though, we think a lot of ourselves.

Images - Riding the Marry-go-round
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Images Riding the Marry-go-round She turns the pages of the newspaper like a slap on a child's wrist (not really seeing or reading, just looking, looking), leaves the outdoor restaurant; the deepest thing in her is Memories, which can, and will find their way out, once triggered-the day is long who knows. We build highways where people and she and folk's like she seem never to get off of..

Between Houses (A Donkeyland Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Between Houses (A Donkeyland Poem) Bedroom Window (Part One) My prayers were said (at 10:30 PM) and the neighbors were at rest- (so it seemed, their lights were off anyway, and the street-Cayuga, outside our second story ledge, somewhat vacant). And the night, the night with its rich shinning arch lights seeped through our attic bedroom window; and I could hear, hear (through the stillness) mother downstairs, her presence, sounds of her voice footsteps, they calmed me, ...

The Mutilation of - Little Boy Blue (A Poetic Tragedy)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dedicated to: Former Liberian President Charles Taylor Little Boy Blue- came screaming, and running and asking what he had done wrong - he was dragged to a log, like a chicken or hog Got pinned down by little soldier boys, in Sierra Leone's war. Commanders Rocky and Rambo, watched nearby "Hack off his arms and legs, his hands and feet!" they cried.

My Opinions on Poetry (A Personal Review of Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Index Introduction: What Makes Poetry-Poetry? Commentary: Perhaps my Style Free Verse Definition of Poetry I Definition of Poetry II (effect) Substance of a Poem The World of Art in Words Separate Excitement On Poetry's Form Figurative Language What is Confessional Poetry? Reading Poetry Understanding the Poets Introduction What Makes Poetry-Poetry?

Two Poems on Beauty and Commentary on What is Important
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Song of the summer (Along the Shores of Lima) Oh, winter is gone and spring has fled. Oh, days are long, and nights are dead. And the ski is clear and the winds' blowing warm.

A Moment for Death (a Poem) and Commentary on Death
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Perhaps it is part of death? When my mother was dying it was her moment you could say, her moment in life to remember, ponder, recall all those little things she did, and a few of those big things and all the good things; perhaps this is an element, if not simply a fragment of death, a gift from God, to make life seem all worth while. Be accountable to ones self, and God.

UN Wants Spider Image (And Brainwash American Kids)
[Kids-and-Teens] Some years back I wrote 55-articles on the UN, got a lot of my info from one of the three UN's, inside information you could say, from an insider. Things have not changed much since those, not too far off years. As far as I can see, they should not be calling on Spiderman to boost their image, rather to clean the cobwebs out of their dirty closets, and they got a lot of them.

Reminiscences of the Tiamat's First Born (Parts IV and V) - The Macabre Dreams of the Tiamat's Son
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Macabre Dreams the Tiamat's Son. ((From the Journals of the Demonic, called: "The Aeon -Shadows") (Part VI)). Unfortunately, I must narrate this following story, or tale of the First Born, for it is of a dream he had while in the Chamber within the crust of the earth, when he fell feet first, into it after following the demon, and I would prefer he tell it. I say, I must narrate it, for he did not put it into his...

Bleeding for America
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem for the times on the war, and America--perhaps the first poem to have been written by the author who has loved America so dearly for so long, and cannot be silent forever. He was in the Vietnam war, and everything he writes has a touch of realism to it.

Commentary - Champion Poets (And A Poem On Death)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Commentary on Poetry: I don't want to be like Robert Penn Warren, or W.B. Yeats, I like their poetry, but it ends there. Neither do I want to be like Allen Ginsberg, or William Burroughs, all good poets in their own way. Rather I prefer to join the ranks of the naturalness, spontaneity, free from rhymed couplets, romanticism, passion, Buddha, and leave the Elizabethans, to themselves. I prefer to shift a bit to the 11th century, or just before that era, when rhyme was becoming modernized, but not quite in place.

Recollections Of Old Dan The Horse, And The First Day Care Center
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Through the fence, I'm feeding Old Dan the Horse, with hay; I can hear him crunching away, ripping it alongside his teeth- A gluttonous sound indeed, as his sides extend in, then out. Our lives-(a horse and a boy) are a farm and a fence; Behind us are weedy pastures, cows and wild flowers.

Reminiscences of the Tiamat's First Born, Part II and III, "Atop The Tempest"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] ((From a Journal of the Demonic) (Part II)) Atop the Tempest Amduscias There was a windstorm in the air on the night I escaped the Great Forest of Yort, into the deserted land of what now is called Syria, a tempest of a storm gas coming, and I was heading into its lurking middle. I was alone; perhaps I was foolish, thinking the love of adventure mixed with the unknown, and my grotesque looks, would ...

The Blue Devil (Allen Ginsberg)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is the author's last poem for 2007, "The Blue Devil," on Allen Ginsberg. It is different, and it seems every so often a poet comes to his mind he has to write about. He has in the past wrote about Ginsberg, as well as many other poets, so Ginsberg is o exception.

Reminiscences of the Tiamat's First Born (From a Journal of the Demonic)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a first in the Tiamat series for Dennis, in that he has written several other stories on the Tiamat, and has three books to his credit on the Tiamat, but this is the first time he has written solely about one of her sons, "The First Born," in all all three of his books. In addition, he adds the Manticore, of which he also wrote a whole book about years ago, so we have two creatures coming to life again.

Papa Augusto's Cosmic Journey (a Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] "I was just there; I don't know how I got there...." That is what Papa Augusto said to me at the dinner table this evening (New Years Day-2008). "I asked the Lord (he said), 'why did you send me to a planet without people?"

2008 - A Black Sunday in the Making
[News-and-Society] I see we have started 2008 off as normal, battling against time to survive in a drowning world; we haven't learned a thing from time and history. In Africa we see: "At least 15 people have been burned to death in a church in western Kenya, after seeking refuge from the mounting violence over last week's elections."

The Garden in Lima (Letter to my Mother-IV)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Garden in Lima (Letter to my Mother--IV) It's been eight-months I've been away from Lima, I'm back now, was in the Andes, in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, and Cerro de Pasco, Miner country, and the highest city in the world. Our garden in Lima is like a jungle, so everyone tells me, and I suppose they are partly right, but I like little jungles. I don't like folks caring for the garden, they step on the grass, break the branches, the flowers get destroyed, you know all that kind of stuff; no ...

Little Rocco (The Dog)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a letter, in poetic prose for the reader, which will be in a forth coming book, and presently is on it own. About life in its beginning stages, as in comparison to death in its beginning stages.

Christmas Message on Appreciation (in English and Spanish, 2007)
[Home-and-Family:Holidays] Christmas Message / Appreciation / Several times I have faced death. Once at 15-years old, in a car crash, that ended up on the icy Mississippi River, in winter in Minnesota, in the United States. Once in Vietnam, once in Germany, with two plane crashes, when I was in my twenties, as a soldier; once when I was 45-years old, in the hospital, with a bypass, and a stroke (plus I had two heart attacks in-between)...

Mountain People Of Peru, Two Poems With Introduction
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (Near Cerro de Pasco, Peru) Introduction: in this book, "Poetry of the Miners," I have written about the miners, and the city of Cerro de Pasco, also about Stone Forest, although only one Epic Poem, yet it is a long one, and tells an ancient story. But what about the mountain people that live in the outskirts the outer edge of all this. Oh yes, they have a story to tell, and every time I go up the mountains and pass their adobe houses, ...

Rainfall - A Poetic Tale of Prose About Quilcas, AD 1799
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is short prose story about a little town in the Andes, which took place in AD 1799. One among them walked close to the Lord, whose little farm village stormed often with dryness, and the lack of rainfall, which the farmers often complained of such, as they'd often say, 'Unkissed by God,' then you'd find them in the local bar; the sharpness of their tongues came blazing out, "We are kings in hell," old Antonio would say.

Days (on the Dying of a Beloved Mother) Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Most folks, to include poets, prefer poetry on death to entail (to a high degree) courage and strength; I don't disagree completely with that, only partly, for submissive suffering is also involved, most folks just do not want to look at it. Nowadays things are changing though, and it is more permissible, if not bold, to mix them together, and thus, here we have just that. I prefer them both together, for what else can one do, to find the true and aggressive and passive emotions one voyages through during a paramount loss: especially while another is dying, day by day, especially, one's mother. Having said that let me add a note on emotions.

The Old Miner-Exiled
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (Foreword to the poem :) Very seldom to I give introductions to my poems, but somehow I feel I must for this one. Perhaps this poem is more philosophical than hard core miner juice; it was not really meant to infer miners in particular, but in a broader sense, people in general.

Poetry on the Miners (Cerro de Pasco) with Legends, Tales and Other Writings - English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The walls are all I seem to see, deep in the mines of Volcan. They just seem to look at me, and stare, deep in the mines of Volcan.

Poems - "Visiting Apolinario's Library," "Just Before Dark, " & "Old Dan" In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems, one from Peru, two out of Minnesota. Clear, simple, and expressive of the 1950s, and the present day.

An Essay on Mr. Will Durant
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Durant and his book: "The Story of Civilization") You may be asking, 'What does Will Durant, the writer of 'The Story of Civilization,' have to do with me, Dennis L. Siluk. It seems he and I had a long relationship, although we've never met one another. Let me first outline in the shortest of terms, Will Durant, and his wife Arial.

Disintegration of the Species
[News-and-Society] Today in America, we've all but lost our family importance (as did Rome and so many other great nations of the past). And we are fast losing our need for God (and with all the sorrow about we have lost the appreciation for live, simply look at the suicides): thus, we have only disintegration to look forward to...

"The Mother Grotto" (Gruta de Huagapo - Largest in South America) In Spanish and English
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Huagapo, is the largest grotto in South America, (Tarma, Peru). The author has visited it, 5900 feet deep to where a person can explore, 980 feet is dry, the rest is water up to the knees and then up to the neck, and the river then takes command, and you have to swim to discover the rest. With rope and flash light, the author crept into the deep of the grotto.

Day of the Living - (An Account of a Strange Happening at the Cemetery)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (October of 1959) Let me begin by saying that, I have never heard of an account quite like this one, and perhaps you haven't, only in odd tales, or in hasty and abrupt sketches of weird tales from old magazines, but this tale, or call it an account, has haunted me for 48-years, and now I shall tell it as it happened, believe it or not. I was told in so many words, to let go, the facts, people will not believe you anyhow, so why tell it, why throw your pearls to the swine; well as I said it's been a very long time since it took place, and it is a story that did not happen to me but to Ezra, my friend, I simply was the witness, and Ezea now is long gone, died some years ago, so what harm can it do.

The Hawthorn Enigma
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a sketch that involves a puzzle, or riddle for those who wish to unravel it. In the Custom House of Salem (MA), Nathanial Hawthorn worked during on his book, "The Scarlet Letter" between, 1849-1850; during this period, he signed everything in red. Over the following months, while writing his novel, he wrote an enigma, perhaps because he was frustrated with the Custom House people whom he would call lazy in his 2nd edition, to the book, "The Scarlet Letter," which was published 30-days later, in a block of 2500-books, the same amount of the 1st edition.

Can't Remember - Where We Met (A Light Teenage Romance)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a light teenage romance, based on actual events, taking place in 1961. I was fourteen years old when I met her, it was the summer of 1961, in October I'd be fifteen, and her, she I think was all of 16-years old when we met.

Birth of the Devil-Goat - Buer, The Demon Eater (Parts 4 Thru 5)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Before man was man, and demons were demons, Buer was among a group of souls, that ruled the earth, with other souls and angelic beings. He was the first to go against the will of God, and join Lucifer in rounding up support by his kind...

Birth of the Devil-Goat - Belphegor, Demon King (Parts 2 and 3)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He had awoke two days later, in the gray cold light of the morning, he felt condemned, his executioner was not far away from him in the shed like house, Fatima was not in the room. He could hear her voice outside talking to the bull...

Slaying of the Tiamat, In the Valley of Death (Last of the Tiamat Series)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] For those who have not read the short and three books of the Tiamat of the Author's, here is a fragment, he spat quickly onto the fire for his new readers. In the trilogy of the books of the Tiamat, she fights with Murdock and is killed, but this fragment was left out, now you have it. The Tiamat series was originally written in 2000.

Birth of the Devil-Goat (Part One of Five Parts)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was in a little lot of farm land outside of Cairo, Egypt, 1998 that this happening, took place that a voice of a demon, and a figure of a devil peered through the skin of a goat, upon its birth, the old man shuddered at its appearance, his niece, who farmed the land with him, remained still, paused impressively as the birth took place, the old man demanded she kill the freak quickly if not instantly, crying, "Kill, kill, kill the freak...!"

Hurry Up and Die (a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Beware of those who you try to love to death, for often they are the ones who wish deep in their hearts to harm you. For what comes out of their actions, and mouths, is from their heart...

A Day Along the Rio Mantaro (En English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Life is really made up of simple, days, seldom is it the other way around. And simple are my poems to match the days. But each day is of its own, unique, never to be replaced, except by memories, which seldom can match the beauty of the original print...

Ode to Opening of a Chicharron Sandwich & Disappearing Life (Two Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems, one of the many foods of Peru, the Chicharron Sandwich, and a poem on life in General. For those who do not know, Chicharron is pork at its best in Peru...

Three Poems From - Jauja (Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Three poems from different adventures in Peru, at different sites, but all in the Jauja area. For me these following three poems are interrelated simply because they are all from Jauja, although two are from a town-let called Chongos, the other one from the ancient hillside capital of the Wanka world (700 to 1450 AD), Tunanmarca (all within the Jauja area). Here is where the Inca Empire (from Cuzco) came and subdued the Wanka Capital in the half of the 15th Century. Some 15,000-inhabidents lived on this mountaintop city that is being renovated as I write these three poems, called Tunanmarca.

Rock Me to Sleep (A Poem on Death and Suicide, With Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We need not give heed to boldness, denial or fear, one need only find Christ, for death is certain, and will come sooner or later anyhow, but during the interim, we may simple remember as death is certain, so is heaven, and there we can bath in our victory, for there in heaven are no powers that can separate us from the love of Christ. And now here is the sad, but true thinking poem, a suicide might ponder on, but first a quote from the Bible; Philippians 1: 23, 24- "I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; but it is more necessary for you (me) that I remain in the body."

A Simple Man (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A poem on life in general, growing up, and how it was, and is now. Change comes, and the Lord keeps watch. This is the essence of the poem.

Two Poems on Life
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Simple poetry on life. There is an unknown dilemma that is by us...; day has come, and evening has arrived on time.

Depresion, Suicide, Drugs and Alcohol (A Short Commentary) in Huancayo, Peru
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I was reading the papers this last week (from Huancayo, Peru), saw a lot of suicides in them (and I wasn't surprise to find the results), and people asking "Why this, and that?" Looking for reasons for the ongoing massive suicides in Huancayo (the highest rates for suicides in Peru); and everyone looking in the wrong place, it is the dilemma of depression we are looking at (suicide enhanced by alcohol, in any form).

The Great Warrior Lord of Huayllay (2946 BC) (In Poetic Prose, Now in English & Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Prolog or Afterward (Note on the story): This story takes place approximately, 2946 BC, about 200 to 300 years after the great flood (3246 to 3146 BC). It is fiction, but the author believes it could have been this way, how the great statues of "Stone Forest," near Cerro de Pasco (in an area called, Huayllay (were created). The picture (or drawing by the author is that of a statue in the great stone woods. And I repeat, very likely to have been the Lord of Huayllay. The author feels also, the statues could have been carved with the right amount of people in a hundred years or so, and that the date has to be placed closely after the Great Flood, of the Bible, to accommodate the story. Although there were several floods in the past ten-thousand years that could take it place, yet there are three the author picked from, 1500 BC, 3246 BC, and 9600 BC.

Poems - "Ode to Age", "Death by Suicide," & "Human Trees"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems on death.

September Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems: Old Dog Ways, Silence in War (Iraq) and Hill Burning.

The Poetry of Stone Forest (With Introduction, in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Prologue (or Introduction): High up in the Andes, of Peru, around 15,000-feet, 4310-meters, resides a city called: Cerro de Pasco, about five-hours from Huancayo, Peru, by bus, and considered the highest city in the world. Here in the high sierras is an area known as Huayllay, a sanctuary for the sacred stones, a forest of stones, a geological wonder of Peru, and mystery for the world. They are carved by the Hand of God into animals, humans, plants and all, via, Mother Nature. It is without question, one of Peru’s most speculative areas, and one of the world’s most ecological secret places.

Five Poems on Death
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are five new poems by the Poet Laureate, Dennis Siluk on death.

Three Poems - The Rocks, Coffee, and The Harvest Dance (and Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three new poems from the Poet of the Mantaro Valley of Peru, one and a commentary on death.

The Hour of Death (Commentary - in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Without warning, death comes to thousands of earthlings each day, ever second of the day, for a variety of reasons. People die in natural disasters as well as in war, we see this in the media, the newspapers, television, radio, in all forms of reporting, it comes to us daily. Rich and poor alike must face this sooner or later. In the Army I saw people die, and now being older, many of my loved ones are dead, the older I get the more death I witness on the road of life, yes, around me death is cluttering.

From Vietnam to Sydney (A Three Part Poem-1971)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Drifts and slitters in the sky - a horizontal sun nearby, not much grass in this city of Sydney, wild cars (scrapes of steel). Aimlessly from a battered war I came, out of a swarm of yellow jacks - that circled me - and here, here now I am standing, downtown - by strange buildings, smells, brittle old buildings in sight, not far away, by the bay (to be torn town they say).

Exiled to Nilodnog (The Blue Prince - Linked to The Soldiers of Nirut)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Let him be called 'The Blue Prince,' for that name his father chose during the great war of Lihterb, ere, war came between the old King Rout, and the South, the two brothers known as Goth and Magoth. During this war, Prince Scro of Nilodnog was visiting King Rout, and the war was not doing well for the north, between the two kingdoms, the south against the north of Lihterb. And King Rout begged the prince to take his boy of thirteen, to his hidden kingdom, the hidden island of Nilodnog, and care for him as he would, for he knew when he lost the war, Roth would kill all royalty, all links to the throne of the northern kingdom.

Three Poems - "Ice, Ice, Ice" (Minnesota Poem) "A Love Poem for Huancayo" & "Adobe House in Acolla"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems, one on Minnesota, and two on Peru - based on the simple life and hazards of Minnesota.

Laughter from the Park (Babenhausen, Germany - Spring of 1975)(Revised)) and "A Long Glimpse"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Birds fly over head...cars running by going nowhere... a kid's laughter is heard, echoes throughout the little park a siren goes off-the boy doesn't know why-(at the military base nearby) it sounds again, soldiers smiling with their marching arrangements... and life goes on, on, on...

"No Road Back Home" (Chapter Three Through Seven)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I said goodbye to Carla, I didn't want to but I did, breathlessly. I didn't go to the French consulate, or any consulate, I was going to Luxembourg, Luxembourg, with Carla's girlfriend, a German Jew, Sandy Schmaltz, who was going there for her work, a business trip for a day or so, thirty-six hours I guess. I said I'd pay half the gas and so we made a deal. Carla said she'd wait for me to return, but you know how that goes, it all consumes itself hen the next attraction passes you by. We passed though the border check at Belgium without showing my papers, I think Sandy saved me, by having her ready, and I being an American with a youthful diplomatic look, the guard had better things to do than to hold me accountable. In the long term of things I knew there could be no happy ending, the unforeseen future was at best a theatrical twist, with a hopeless ending.

No Road Back Home Chapter One And Two
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I traveled all night, had a passport, and my military ID card I had reached Germany without trouble. I had taken the recommendations of the Captain, AWOL. I had seen enough protests in America, and the usual reports in the newspapers of those objectors to the War in Vietnam going to Canada, but I went to Europe. Of course I always knew protesters preceded wars. I saw trains full of American soldiers, you'd think the war was in Europe not Vietnam. A few of the young soldieries like I was, spoke, they were convinced that Europe was under threat, and they were needed here, and were

The Prison Poem - In Huancayo, Peru - Penal de Huamancaca
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In July of 2007, I visited a prison and Long Term Care Facility, in Huancayo, Peru, gave a hundred books to each institution, for their libraries, for the inmates to read and clients. I had worked with inmates in Minnesota for several years, during my active counseling years, that is. And in a number of medical clinics; I was greeted warmly by the warden of the prison whom gave me a tour of the prison, to include the kitchen, and the courtyard, which was evidently some holiday, for there was much music, and singing going on, and many folks visiting their loved ones...

Arizona Blue, Gunfighter in - Colorado Death-jackal
[Arts-and-Entertainment] ((1869)(Colorado Territory, by Mesa Verde)) It was a dim, cold night, not excessively cold, perhaps five above,--and the moon seemed to diffuse within the mist of its light, which covered up a good portion of the stars. The ground was a pale-greenish brown, from the dim radiance which exhaled its due. As the night creped on, it ploughed overhead into a heavy ghostly blacker descent, almost like ash. A commotion was nearing, a twisted one, with an angry roaring to it, the sky all around seemed to brood, right and left, under his feet, then came a silence, and several howls, long drawn out howls, that would have brought shivers to most men. The man in him was aware of the Colorado lands, the wolfs, and tornados or twisters the dark nights, the cold it produced, the vague whispers

Jatunmayo, The Great Wanka Warrior (Part Two) A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In the seventh century, in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, surrounded by the Andes, lived the unconquerable Wanka warriors, likened to the Spartans of Greece, or Gladiators of Roma. Not even the Inca could subdue them, without the help of the Conquistadores of the 15th Century, and thus, the Conquistadores enslaved the Inca along with the Wanka as well. But this is a story about Jatunmayo, as he called himself, who hunted down his equal and they fought a great fight to see who should carry the name of the Greatest of Wanka Warriors in the valley at that time. And this is the story (Part two to the Wanka Warrior Saga):

An Introduciton, Thoughts, And Notes On Juan Parra Del Riego (And His Brother Carlos)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] 1 - It should be noted, Cesar Vallejo was 45-years old when he died, and Juan Parra del Riego was 31; Vallejo born 1893, died 1938, and Riego born 1894, died 1925, both were friends. One year apart in age. Both Great poets, but for my money would take Juan Parra before Vallejo; he is the greatest modern poet in Uruguay, and not quite that well known in Peru, although Huancayo, where he was born he is clearly a name recognized.

The Poet's Vision - (And the Grace)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Life, real life, demands patience, trials, endurance. Often we try to side skip these necessary elements to gain fortune and fame, but we less often count the cost in doing so. Wisdom is not pure knowledge, it is following through the normal steps, gaining the experience, and perhaps we can say it is like night a day. By one trying to sidestep these elements, it is simply delaying the heart-aches, loneliness and disclosures God wants us to experience.

(Sestina) - For the Valley of Mantaro of Peru (Now in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In a Sestina, one often can feel (if done correctly) the creation of a rolling musical effect, almost like rolling down a hill, or mountain into a valley, which this was the effect I chose to produce in this poem: The Valley's disclosure of blossoming has come from ancient mountains gorgeous with Spring. Ringing, my body's a-dancing today, and in my mind kind winds unfold. A desire for the remote far winds...

Mary Sophia of El Tambo Goddaughter - in El Tambo, Huancayo Peru In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Clouds do not grow heavy, nor gray today (no rain) the day is almost over though-I do not want to lose it so I told my wife: I need to get to the platform,’ thus, here I am, sitting on the platform again, getting the leftovers from the sun, I'm like an elephant I absorb as much sun as they do water I do believe! So much gets lost when one sleeps, but so pleasing is it; so much gets lost when one is playing, thus, I play very little now.

August Fiesta in Acolla (In the Valley of Yanamarca, of Peru) A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This poem is not about one soul connecting with another, it is about forgetting dying and loss, about rising above, and coming out and being surrounded by all this joy of food, music, dance, and song.

The Death of Claudius Of Rome An Elegy
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Here is an elegy for the Roman Emperor known as Claudius, in all such deaths, I do believe there is a demonic force behind the arms of the slayer. And so in this poem or Elegy, I name the culprits, both of them. Lest we forget hell has its fun, as well as its missions, and hierarchy in its military form. This is often called the figurative idea, something substituted for another. So if it was not the Henchman of Hell, Agaliarept, it surely was one of his kinds.

A Spark Of Night A Sketch On Vietnam And A Romance
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] In the morning I talked to the mother of Vang who lived in the hutch with her, along the beech, in the white sands of Cam Ranh Bay in a small village (in Vietnam 1971). I had left my civilian cloths lay on Vang's suitcase as I explained that I had to get back to base camp before headcount and formation, I had stayed the night in the village down by the South China Sea. "I keep the room for you," said Vang (the hutch was made out of plywood, tin roof, three rooms, next to a other rooms, some made of tent material. That was a precaution I suppose, in case I didn't make it out of the

Meeting Robert Bly - A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: I had only met Mr. Bly once, he did send my wife a post card, after I did an article on him some years back, and he did send me once a letter with is signature on it, and I had once got an invitation to go to his house, back in the 1980s, during my drinking days, but never made it. We really cannot make up for lost time, or lost invitations, but we can look for new ones. And so here is a poem to the worlds last great poet, the last of his kind.

Semyaz, an Archangel's Judgement (The Runaway Comet)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: If you have read the journal notes on the epic poem concerning Semyaz, and his island, in the pacific you will know his story up to that point, Semyaz (sometimes spelled with an end 's' or 'z' both the same person, was also part of the adventures concerning the Lihmoirils, from the Black Galaxy, in the twentieth-militiaman, BC. So he has been around for a while. Also, Andaman, a demigod who took over the planetoid Ice-cap, the moon that circles the Planet Moiromma, a nearby solar system to Earth's; this demigod was as huge as the legendary Tiamat, and as strong as the infamous Marduk. And like a supernatural being, he could transform into the physical or invisible form at will.

Polirritmo (Poem) of the German Winter Shower
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] No: 1925 8-2-2008. Moving and condensed poetry, poetry that captures the movement and spirit of the theme is seldom done, and can only be done by someone who has experienced the motion, the condensed actions, and here we have a trip to a German shower (yes just a simple trip, the things life are made up of), in 1970, in the city of Augsburg, West Germany, when I was a soldier, a Private in the Army, USA, when I was 22-years old, somethings never leave you -simple things,

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, In - Stranger At Pig's Eye
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Arizona Blue rode old Dan along the banks of the Mississippi from St. Louis, to St. Paul, Minnesota, better known to old timers as Pig's Eye, it was November, 1885. The last time he had been in Minnesota was back in 1877, in the far north country, in the dead of winter. The air was filled with smoke, and there had been a break in the water, the ice had thinned, and some flooding was taking place, it was unusual, in that flooding took place in Spring, but it was a early winter, and December was around the corner, and Indian Summer had crept in late, it would last a few weeks, then the harsh winter would roll back to stay until March or so.

A Poem To Children
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There are two many lazy parents out there and everywhere I go, I get the privilege to see them, they do not take the time to discipline their children. Only today (and it is everyday, all day long, everywhere I got, today in Huancayo, Peru) I noticed I see them out of order), and parents not watching their children in restaurants, on the streets, rude as can be, pushing shoving.

Illumination Above Germany, A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: The author lived in Germany in the 1970s for five years, and has seen much of West Germany, and enmeshed within this multi rhythm poem is his experiences as a youth. No: 1922 7-28-2007

The Platform A Poem, And Commentary On Notes And Poetry
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (About my Poetry and notes) Some people have asked why I make notes for some of my poetry. Very few people do, if any. My notes are really an extension of my poetry. Poetry is really a condensed story to me, usually with a theme. Two-thousand to twenty-thousand words put into 300-words or less. It can be very personal; therefore you can lose the reader in an entanglement, or a web of some kind, you can say. This is not the effect that I want. Also in most of my poetry and in the poetry I read of others (over and over), there is an element, a piece of substance, called insight which I feel is important in poetry, and perhaps a note will help the reader from becoming lost between the words.

Alberto Fujimori on Independence Day of Peru - 2007 ((Ex President of Peru) (English & Spanish))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] "I remember coming back from work (1980-1990s) all the lights in the downtown area of Lima went out (which often happened in those days), and I'd have to run home in fear of the terrorist. I also remember all the windows being blown out of the buildings in Lima, especially where I worked, at the telephone company. A car bomb a few blocks away caused 14-floors of glass to break. The terrorist that claimed to be helping the people were devastating the people."

Juan Parra Del Riego's Biography (In English And Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Juan Parra del Riego was born on December 20, 1894 in the city of Huancayo, Peru; his parents were Domingo Parra Aubila and Mercedes Rodriguez Gonzales del Riego. Juan passed his childhood in Arequipa, studied at the College of the "American Independence," then with his family he moved to Cuzco (Peru), where he took up studies at the National College of Sciences and Art in the city.

The Lihmoirils - And Illiria's Demise (A Dramatic Poem and Finial Sketch of 'The Lihmoirils')
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Countless years of wondering aimlessly yet free the savage and desolate nomadic tribes accounted for, '...where evil deeds...' Illiria the king, said in his heart, 'belonged to Reu and the Think Tank,' for they no longer resided on Lihmoir, and unjustly let these tribes defy the king: these tribes that wondered the free Chaeronsierras.

Polirritmo of the Steel Horse (A Motorcycle Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] No: 1922 7-27-2007 Moving and condensed poetry, poetry that captures the movement and spirit of the theme is seldom done, and can only be done by someone who has experienced the motion, the condensed actions, and here we have a trip around the city on my motor cycle, I have not driven one for a while but like the poet Juan Parra Del Riego, enjoyed it when I did and when I do. And so I dedicated this poem to Him. Inspired by Juan Parra del Riego. This style of poetry has several rhythms to it, called Polirritmo.

The White Lady Of Kulmbach A Poem-Germany
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] With the advent of the Middle Ages and onto the Renaissance, progress had come to Europe, and important men took the seat of familiarity, it was the time of: William Tell (1306 AD), Edward the III of England, Louis the IV of Bavaria (1333 AD); Othman Empire founded 1299 AD, the first clock, 1348 AD; the French used the cannon in 1308 AD; the Compass, 1320 AD. Window glass was introduced in around 1300, the Dark Ages was over, and on came Martin Luther, 1521 AD; William Shakespeare, 1546, ended up reading his plays to Queen Elisabeth. And then there was growing legends in Kulmbach, and its Castle called Plassenburg.

The Devil Ghosts of Lihmoirils (And the Lion Boy)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: After a time, fifteen years to be exact, Marduk and his horde of henchman, ruled most all of the planet of Lihmoir, except for the hills and mountains beyond the Dark Forest of Namear, the hills known as Chaeronsierra, where ¨Rodlon, the once High Priest and Adviser to King Roneaf was hiding out in a cave. Amongst the caves were tribes of nomads, wonderers from one area of the mountains to the next. The mountains covered some six-hundred miles long, and two hundred miles wide. Ewwam had given birth to a boy, his name was Illiria. Agaliarept, the Henchman from hell, number three in the hierarchy, was now the unpredictable

The Lihmoirils - Rebellion of the Little Lion
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Illiria, the hybrid born of Tyr and King Roneaf's wife, Ewwam, was now seventeen years old, some eight feet tall, and quite a sportsman, and military officer. He was well liked among his own kind, the hybrids from the 200-demonic creatures that were now cohabitating with the women of Lihmoir. Many of the demonic forces took for them wives from married Lihmoirils, and their daughters at will, and now there were more children than the original two-hundred.

The Lihmoirils - Feast of Doom (Journey Into the Third Era)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Agaliarept was the master of words and had good insight into the changes in a person's behavior (as if he was a psychologist), as was his job in hell to lead a legend of demonic military, and during his time as High Priest of Atlantis he needed to be alert to the minds of the day (in future time, yet to be). He had no hair on his tongue, that is to say, he said whatever he wanted to say, whenever he wanted to say it, he had power in his words, doom in his heart, and banishment in his brain for those he did not like, and he did not like the Poet Roklem, yet Marduk did. It would seem the poet brought too many questions to meeting tables, talked to too many people, was creating rebellion and unrest.

The Lihmoirils (Journey Into the Third Era - Part I)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: After a time, Nirut became like many heroes, ordained to be put on the shelves in books and scrolls. The third era had come, a great concourse gathered about on the planet Lihmoir, hidden in the dark channels of the Black Galaxy. Yet it glimmered overhead, if one was looking toward it with a powerful telescope, one would have seen it. The times had changed in the Black Galaxy; Rue had driven away war, and its vapors of death, and rolled back the curses of the demon.

Nirut in, Brutes Across the Trench (And Armies that Howl)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: the Brutes of Planet Moiromma (originally part of the: Cadaverous Planets), done in several episodes for the series (2005-2006). THE Cadaverous Planets were originally written iNin 2004, and added on to ever since. So for Nirut to go to conquer Moiromma, should not be unusual for the reader should she or he know the history of Moiromma, and the Cadaverous Planets, which now Nirut somewhat belongs to, and is somewhat independent of, since he is from the Black Galaxy, and Moiromma is really a neighbor to Earth’s solar system, and part of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The Great Boar Hunt On Planet Lihterb
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (22,497 BC) Once a year on planet Lihterb, there was a great boar hunt, of the elite and special guests attended. Nirut invited Yahoo and Captain Oefro to join him with them, along with several generals, governors and of course the rich and famous, there were at least a hundred guests.

The Writing Of - Sir Gawain And The Ghost Of The Green Knight And The Soldiers Of Nirut - Two Epics
[Arts-and-Entertainment] About these two epic poems in the book, Sir Gawain and the Ghost of the Green Knight, and The Soldiers of Nirut, for those who have been following this series of events in the two epics I've written, which may or may not be put into a forth coming book, may wish to know about how I was feeling when I wrote these poems (or perhaps we can call them stories, for they have themes, plots and insight to them).

The Marvel of King Nirut (in Poetic Form)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We have read of the Young King of Lihterb and his scribes, their journals, some of war and of pain, and some of joy and merriment, and some of betrayal, guilt of past adventures, of all those things, of all things that men sayith, King Nirut, his ways were thought of heavy of adventures in days where lords, ladies, and kings marveled at such heroes and he became their legend, the King of Kings, of the Black Galaxy!

Nirut and the Invasion of Dkoom (The Final History - the Sixth)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance-or-Afterward - All is told now with this ending the past (sketch), of the things that came about in "The Soldiers of Nirut," and his histories, of which this is the sixth and final history, for all the histories combined tell of the times and places of Nirut's life, and even on how he perished. Yet men spoke of him thereafter breaking the confines of the Galaxy - deathless they thought he was, and many thought he was immortal, but he again proved them wrong. His fame came because he had conquered.

Ephialtes, Nirut's Arch-Rival (The Fifth History of Nirut)
[Reference-and-Education] Not everything goes right into war once they get close to their enemy, and Nirut was no different, Nirut had one of his generals send out a search party to check things out on Planet SSARG before he started his invasion, his decent to the planet. He knew once it started he would have to cross the whole orb, planet and subdue it, death was already part of this dreadful land, with its hybrid creatures, not so much sickness assailed the land, but agony in and anger among the hybrids - the vipers, rats, bears cave dwellers, nomads. And so he sent 168-men to search and seek what were the weakest and strongest points of the planet were, and General Ephialtes was in charge of that contingent. No one knew of the residing army on Retina, and Nirut wanted to keep it that way.

Nirut Fights the River of Cibara (22,495 BC-In Conquest of Planet Cibara)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Not much has been said of Cibara, but it is a planet near Moiromma, next to Earth's solar system (I have written some about it when writing about the Cadaverous Planets, these past four years). It became inhabitant with Hell's demonic forces (slowly but surely), dominating the little folks on the planet. This did not take place until after the death of Nirut for the most part (yet it was being penetrated slightly during his life time, and at the time of his victory), but during his 16-years of.

Lord of Retina (Fort History of Nirut-22,484 BC)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: the writing of the two page sketch of "The Lord of Retina," was an add-on to the story, "The Soldiers of Nirut," and to bring forth the complete Histories of Nirut. It tells about how Nirut came to Retina, prior to the battle and war on SSARG. We have now seen the war, and the three histories leading up to the war, but how did he come to Retina, and acquired it as a launching pad or stage for his warships? In this small sketch, written in the afternoon on Saturday, 7-14-2007, on the platform at Sophie’s house, you will now know, and find out how it all happened.

Nirut and the She-Ocean (and How the Nirut Series was Written)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Prolog This is the 4th in the series of tales on "Nirut..." written out 7-12-2007.The original story, or better put, the She-Ocean's first appearance on paper was in the Tiamat trilogy, she comes up only in a few chapters, in around the year 6800 BC, but her birth was long before that epoch, she dates back fifteen years before the date Nirut took her to earth, in 22,490 BC, in which she was fifteen years old. And the premise of this story, involves her roots, which have never been told until now.

Marduk (And "Omen the Sear")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Prolog Omen the Seer, keeper of the souls, having second sight, a man who could make dreams or visions out of what he called his ‘Blue Focus,’ could see through walls and beyond outer limits, the dead in hell, among other things. This is whom Marduk came too eventually, and they become friends, comrade in arms. He feared no one, and was promised anything he wanted from Marduk, except part of the treasure. And now he has asked for what he wants!

Marduk (Part Six to The Tosollions) Part of the Nirut Series
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was in these days after the Great Walls of the Kingdom of Sitnalta that Vii labored hard to keep the peace and prosperity within his kingdom, Marduk had the opposite idea, he had many spies and secret friends in high positions throughout the kingdom, for his nature and jealousy never ceased. He never forgot his defeat at the Quiet Mound, on planet SSARG, by King Nirut, being forced to make his escape to Lihterb and then again being defeated there, and ostracized from that planet also. It was a shameful experience, embarrassing, especially to his peers in Earth's Hell.

The Tosollion (And the God's of Rue) (Part of the Cadaverous Planets)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Preface: this story, "The God's of Rue," was inspired, and originally made into a play with three Acts (sometime in 2002, Act One: 'Libra'). After talking to Greg Bear, Science Fiction writer, whom I met in Roseville, Minnesota, 5-8-2003, I got the notion to write the second act to the story at that time called 'Free Will' the original story called (Act Two, 'Orion'), 'The Think Tank'.

The Slaying in the Night (Sir Gawain and the Green Knight)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note- here is the poetic version of the long version, which has 53-stanzas, and tells the story in full, of Florencia, Gawain, and the Green Knight's romance, as told in "Sir Gawain, and the Ghost of the Green Knight." This shorter poetic version was written on the Platform, 7-9-2007, No- 1901

How We Are Dying in Old Age
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Life is not always fair is it, and so many people are thrown into old folk's homes, places of care, out of sight and mind of their loved ones, without a morsel of dignity. This is going on every place you can think of nowadays, in the USA, as well as Peru and other places. The cities are being crowed in third world countries because of this phenomenon, where at one time the strong in the family, the children in particular, took care of the weak, feeble, and frail old folks, not so anymore.

The Moment of Death (The Green Knight's Dismay)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Part one of two A Pang of Horrors 32 What can I tell you of the movement Florencia Died?
perhaps this-there was a pang of horrors for both
Gawain and the Green Knight...:
33 Gawain at a second glance noticed the Green Knight’s distorted features—he had seen such before, in the eyes of men, men being squeezed to death by monster vipers, and dragons: the Green Knight’s mouth gaped. His eyes stared hideously inside of him, though he couldn’t see, he had died of horror—at the thought his beloved Florencia, would never breath or see light again…. Silence and solitude lingered within.

Rigor Mortis and the King's Physician (Part of the Green Knight's Series)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] 38 Rigor Mortis was already setting in, whence he
put his hand over her left breast, and felt her heart
still pumping. Even her flesh was already cold; thus
her heart hammered steadily, (Gawain, was now
carrying her into the main hall of Camelot,
though she was dead). No blood was carried through
her veins, yet her heart beat: like the Green Knight’s,
a pulse of flesh and spirit—; the king whispered, with
cold sweat on his brow: “This is too monstrous to ignore.”

The Blond-Titans, From the Rhineland (The Green Knight Poetic Adventure)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Preface and Background - When I think of Rome, I think of the whole world in those far off days, the Roman Republic, Trojan's Column, built in 114 AD. The Great Coliseum (75-79AD, built), which holds 100,000 spectators. And Adrian's Tomb, Nero, and Cicero, and the wars with Carthage - Sylla (88 BC) and the Caesar's, Pompeii, and the Roman Forum - Tiberius, cruel and tyrannical (223 AD) - Augustus Caesar, Emperor for 44-years - the Arch of Titus, Hannibal and his horde and the Green Knight (200 BC to 120 AD).

The Boy Knight Part of the Green Knight Series
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Preface and Background: The Romans had left Britain about 426 AD, when the Picts and Scots invaded from the North. The Saxons being invite over to assist in expelling them gradually took possession of the country. This lasts to about 827 AD, when the Kingdom of England is formed by Egbert. Then came the Time of Chivalry, as it was recorded in history, existed between the 8th and 15th Centuries: the First Crusade starts in AD 1096, the Green Knight was there, so was the boy soldier (17-years old), the Feudal System was still in place, and would be for one-hundred more years. There was a code to this form of chivalry; each knight swore to be true to their trusts as the Champions of God, ladies.

Sir Gawain and the Ghost of the Green Knight ((Part II of II)( A Poetic Epic-Drama))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Dialogue of Florencia and the Green Knight (1) Twilight-time in the Great Hall of the mediaeval castle - Men-at arms stand idly here and there...

Sir Gawain and the Ghost of the Green Knight ((Part I of II) (A Poetic Epic-Drama))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Prelude to the Green Knight - "Sir Gawain and the Ghost of the Green Knight," is a unique tale of romance, tragedy, in the Dark Ages, taking place at Camelot. It is a dramatic Epic poem, done in three styles - narration for explanation, poetic verse for emotions and rhythm, and dramatics for dialogue. It is out of the ordinary, for it involves a sage that starts in Atlantis, and blends into Troy, Rome and onto England. The Green Knight is the main character in this tale, as Florencia and Gawain, become supporting actors, sort of. The quest is not a quest, until the Green Knight meets Florencia at her birthday party, the King, King Arthur is giving for his niece. Gawain, is her protector, and the King's right hand man. The ending is potent, and will live on within the hearts of those who love such romance and adventures of Medieval Europe.

Arizona Blue, in - Blackman Walking (1883 Episode No - 36)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Now we come to the story of Thomas Jean Le (he never gave his last name to the guards, or police), a stocky, credulous, creature with whom few folks would have nothing to do with. But whose tales of Paris-outrageous as they seemed-gave amusement to the inmates in jail the first night he was there, and to his whites of his eyes they were always gleaming - he would read when bored. His kinky hair was always standing on end, and he had great angrily for dancing, among other things.

The Mad Coffee Lady (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Mad Coffee Lady (Victoria the Mad)) of Huancayo)) In English and Spanish. Note - She, the Mad Coffee Lady, was known as Victoria, and walked the streets of Huancayo, Peru, homeless, in the 1960s into the '70s. She was called "Victoria the Mad" I call her the "The Mad Coffee Lady," I suppose the reason way, is because she loved coffee like me. We had this in common. Looking at her picture, at an exposition in Huancayo, 5-23-2007, I could not help but write a poem of her, for her, for you, for me. A man stood by my wife, and she asked him if she knew the lady, and...

A Remembrance of the Asylum (6-2007) In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It is worth saying, if anything is worth saying, or mentioning, my visit to the Huancayo Asylum (here in Peru) - that is to say, it was worth my trip. There I met the warm and charming Director Nelly Ninamango who showed me around. Most of the residents (or clients) were out on a walk, the adults, and teenagers, etcetera. In a section in back of the asylum, one can overlook a beautiful meadow, and landscape panorama view - here you are on a long dock type area perhaps better put, patio that Dedicated to Nelly Ninamango-Presidenta de la Sociedad de Beneficencia de Huancayo (for her tour of the Asylum and allowing me to meet the clients)

"The Soldiers of NIrut" (In the Cell of the Dungeon) Part Six of Six
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Virgins of the Dungeon III - Rognat's Glimpse.

“The Soldiers of Nirut" (The Death of a King)) The Blue King)) Part Five of Six Parts
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: Grleg once the woman, lover and wife of Jason the Wise (taken against her will from her father, king of the Stone-men of the high cliffs and caves in the western part of SSARG), became the wife of King Nirut. Jason, had escaped from the "The Shadow Lands," on Planet SSARG, and his doom, to become the leader, and king of the deserts and plains, as well as the Valley of Arrows, within that vicinity, of the same planet, now dead. She was now Queen of Lihterb, or what was under the king domain, he was at this time circling the planet and winning back all his lands King Gilga had taken control of when he was gone for six years from his Archkingdom.

Tales of the Tiamat (The Creation of Yort; Part One Of - The Tiamat and the Winter Withdrawn)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Tiamat escaped the great winters of 9600 BC, when Atlantis sank, and the creation of a new continent was born, called "The Frozen Lands of Poseidon" (present day Antarctica).

The Soldiers of Nirut (Part Four of Four-The Inner Fortress of the Quiet Mound)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "No one really knows what went on in the inside of the Fortress at 'Quiet Mound,' especially during the last days of the Great Battle of the Mound, in particular with Niruh, the brother of the King Nirut of Lihterb, and his companion Rognat-but of course I do, for I was the Commanding General there. I wrote this journal entry, for I fear history will overlook this battle, one of many in the scheme of all things. So I leave it in the vaults of the dungeon, for posterity’s sake, written on strong and lasting snake skin.

The Wrath of Nirut (A Classical Poetic Drama)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Wrath of Nirut (Note: the first part of this drama is done in Poetic Prose, the second part, is prose alone) Nirut is a word that means, a poem about a king-warrior, and in this small but profound epic poem done in a Greek style, is best summed up in its first lines, '...the wrath... (of) Nirut' The incident that provided, or provoked Nirut's wrath took place in the Black Galaxy, on the moon (Planetoid) Retina, one of the two moons that orbit the planet SSARG, not his home planet of Lihterb, during a conquest of the planet SSSARG. The epic poem does slowly work into narrative scenes that of his anger, and the

The Moquegua Maid (A New Unpublished Poem From Huancayo-Peru (In English and Spanish))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note - Good maids are hard to come by, even in Peru, and when you find one, it is best to keep her, lest you find your garage being rented out by your maid to a resident down the street, or your water bill ten times the proper amount because she is washing the neighborhood laundry (at your expense) because she wants a business on the side, or perhaps she will sell your books, when you are out fishing. Some even have sold their employers houses when gone for long periods of time. All these things have happened to me (except the last, which almost happened), so as you may expect, finding a good maid is an act of God.

The Making of - The Tales of Poseidonia
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I want to tell you about the gradual way I made - "The Tales of Poseidonia." It took me two years and four months to write it, but that is not what I mean by gradual. What I mean by gradual is the way the preparation was made inside of me, and how it developed into what you have read, may have read, or might not read, but hear about, but what I wrote to be read. I will tell it, but perhaps it will sound too chronological, it is not meant to be, because for the most part it is relatively new.

Three Untold Tales of Atlantis and Poseidonia
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note - here are two tales, somewhat out of place, written at the last moments of reediting the book (6-2007), written so the reader can easily put into focus what happened during the Capture of the King of Atlantis while in the watery tomb of Atlantis, the gardens, and the Wisdom of Ais, for she did acquire some during her long voyage from Atlantis to Hell, and then seeking out Limbo. The short sketches are simple untold tales within the tales you have just read, tales that might help produce for the reader a more descriptive picture of those two events.

Tales of the Port of Poseidonia (New Sketches to the Four Year Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are two more stories on the Port of Poseidona, Dennis started writing them in 2004, and has added to the story up to 2007, with its climatic ending. These are inserts to the story, which will be part of a book in the future.

Tales of the Tiamat (2) (One Short Sketch - The Coming of the Tiamat to Yort)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance - the coming of the Tiamat to Yort was the most recent story written, and written from the "Last Tales of the Tiamat," in particular. It tells a little about the history of the Tiamat, and how she came to be in the Mediterranean, area, in which she seems to have drifted into it out of the cold Atlantic about 7000 BC.

The Soldiers of Nirut (Part of the Cadaverous Planets)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Nirut sat back half distraught from what he had done, unintentionally done, he had killed is brother Niruh - now burdened to the point he went into a depression. At this moment he sat back against a great stone outside the high walls of the castle of the King of Retina, the walls were eighty feet high, seven feet thick. Rognat, his close friend, stood high up looking down from hallway window, looking through a window to where he was in the meadows a short ways from the palace, he could see Nirut, it looked like he wanted to take his own life, but fate would not have it, and as his Niruh, his brother once said to him, "…do not look back, for there is where torment of parting is brother!" As if he knew someday, something like this could happen.

The Account of - Guadalupe and Little Coyote ((A True Story) (In English and Spanish))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance - No one noticed her in particular disembark the airplane in Tijuana, Mexico, in the unanimous night, no one saw her sister either, to speak of, they simply sunk into the multitude of people, but in a few hours, days and months, things would be different. She, I should say they, came from the south, that is, South America, Peru, from Huancayo, a small city in the Andes, to Lima Peru, and now as you know, they are in Tijuana. This is a true story, the names of the real persons involved are not going to be mentioned here but the names they chose to use on this drama adventure, I will share, Guadalupe, was the name she picked out, and her sister, Rosario.

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, in - "The Baby-snatcher" (#34)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Galveston, Texas, 1882)) Heading towards Yellowstone)) He came down the street escorted, hands tied to each other. The delegation that followed him consisted of two deputies, one sheriff and the mayor, in addition to the culprit of course, Ned Mace (he snatched babies from their cribs, in stores, whenever he had a chance: sold them and bribed all and everyone who wished to stop him).

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, in - Scarlet with Rage (1844))#35))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (1844) He hadn't forgotten his gun, it was in his hand - although he looked at it, but the sight that greeted his eyes was greater, his mother, and that was more important to focus on, she had vivid eyes, the man behind her made him grip his gun tighter, he would be her brave man, if need be, he set every nerve in his noble body on alert, truthful to the tingling he was but twelve-years old at the time, - expectantly he knew he had to do it.

The Crow (A Poem, Lost Since 1999, Now Found) Now in English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Crow "In 1996, I got MS, and I could not hold anything, it fell from my hands, I could not remember what happened five minutes after the fact, and I had to go to the bathroom 16-times a night, my legs wobbled, and 85% of my body was numb (and I was always tired, sleeping between 10 and 14 hours a day, plus naps, and falling to sleep wherever), to mention a few of my systems. Yang Yang, a Chinese Artist, whom was a professor of art in the Midwest for many years at a local college, moved from

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter, in - "The Written Word" (#33))1843--Chicago))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Summer of 1843 (A Story out of Chicago) Arizona Blue, could not of course, write or read for that matter any language whatsoever, and he was but eleven years old; he pronounced words of one to two syllables for the most apart, as was his vocabulary simpler.

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, in - The Shooter from Lima (1881)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: They had all gathered outside along Main Street, Abilene was the town: Amos - from New Orleans had just got into town, heard the commotion, a gun fight was about to start, he stood by his horse, hung on tight to its bridle, and Bill the Bartender from the local saloon, stood scratching his thick neck, and Zelda, the prostituted was hanging over the balcony, trying to get focused from a long drunken night, it was forenoon, and a cold darkness, a silence crept over the muddy street, through the soupy sky...(It was the day his father died, which was July 1, 1844, he was only 46-years old back then. His Mother Margaret Teresa Dalton, had to raise him then after. It was a rough childhood,

To Thee I Bow - Poems to the Creator (Part Two- Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: these creatures alas are hard to describe, for that matter they really cannot sufficiently be analyzed, they are equal to a stove pipe full of smoke.

A Prayer for the Incarceration of Paris Hilton
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Solitude is rare to come by (a delicious commodity if only we were willing to buy it), and I suppose for the famous and rich, and the great minds of the world it is even harder to find, since they do not want to part with their old ways too easily. I do know this, solitude is where some of the greatest thinking takes place, where Hitler wrote his most famous book, where some of the poets got their most ardent desires met in verse, and were God has visited the blind, week, and not so wise, and it also goes the

Lifeless? (A Sketch For A Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I asked her - "Do you want to go to Peru?" I knew it would be troublesome with her condition, her asthma (as with her allergies, and other symptoms of respiratory - she had smoked cigarettes for 40-years, stopped some 17-years prior) it was getting bad, in any case, she was not walking well either.

Mr. Taylor: Hack and Stack Them High (a poem on African injsutice))1991-2002))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: It is not news; it is old history, the poem above. If it is too atrocious to read, don’t read it, we all watched it on the internet, and T.V., and radio, and did nothing about it, like in Cambodia with Pol Pot, until it was too late, after he killed three million citizens; it was always in the news, magazines, etc., it

Spotlight on World Events (June 3, 2007) The Dumb and the Wise
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Some things people do are just down right dumb, and sometimes I am surprised other folks wake up, like Japan, so let's look at the Spotlight for today.

The Great Mantic ore of Cibara (The Cadaverous Planets)) Part VI to the Planet Cibara Series))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: it was known throughout the years, Malsi was cleaver, and when his father died, the demonic forces wanted him to take command of the realm, but he refused, yet what he did was, take the post of High Priest of Cibara, appeasing both the flesh of Cibara, and the demonic forces, yet there was a hunger inside of him unquenched, the Great Mantic ore of Cibara, rarely seen was an ally to Malsi (and he Mantic ore was the leader of a horde of these creatures),and he would prove to be as cleaver as Malsi.

Decomposed Peace (The Seeds of War and Peace...))Sonnets with Commentary))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Around the world everyday we see war, and people trying to make peace, a silly combination. Take any day, and look at its contradictions of peace for war, or war if not peace, watch the hypocrites in motion, in Iraq, we fight for peace with war, in Germany today, the G8 says they want to make a better world with Globalism, and 30,000-hypocrits fight with war, and hurt policemen, because they see

Water of the Giants (A Story from the Andes)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dr. Adelmo and Professor Jesus Vega, were two retired scientists in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, surrounded by the Andes, they lived perhaps fifty years ago. They had both heard a of legend in the mines of the Andes, that the little people known as the Amuc, had water that came from the Giants of Old, that carried scientific elements, if drank, that would change ones genetic structure, and cause them to grow like lizards, forever. They both were aging friends, and had taught at the University of Huancayo; but lived in San Jeronimo, a small village some several miles away.

The Old Man and the Wooden Fortress (Poems to the Creator)) Part One, Three Poems))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: wood absorbs, bends, even acts like a camel, holds in the water to feed it during the winter months. A fortress is a stronghold, one that protects you, in my life time, the Old Man, was that fortress (with his Son and the comfort and strength of his Holy Spirit; and I thank them all). #1861 6-1-2007.

The Demonic Counsel of Cibara (The Cadaverous Planets))#34/Part V))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: it would seem it all started quite easy, too easy (if you have read the introductory episodes of The Cadaverous Planets, which gives reference to Cibara’s demonic migration). The demons appeared, it would seem out of no where, but of course that is not possible, they came from Planet Earth, and their was a lustful demon among them called Noge, although all were lustful in those days, it was just this one would change the status of the planet.

Building of the Great Enclosure of Cibara (Part of "The Cadaverous Planets"))#33))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: Enslavement of the Demon, it was how the Great Enclosure got built, let no one tell you different, it was King Cibara's cleverness, but evil got even, Noge impregnated his wife, and thus, his son become a hybrid, one third demonic, two thirds flesh. When the demon first appeared, King

King Omlu of Ancient Moiromma (The Cadaverous Planets #32)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new Cadaverous Planets eposode, one that allows you to see pre-Moiromma, and how the plant Cibara, was populated, a most interesting story, and one that needs to be read if you have been following the ongoing "Cadaverous Planets," which will be put into book form sometime in the future,and read for three years by thousands of people on the internet, and ezinearticles. Rosa

Alcoholism in Peru (and Mantaro Valley) Special Report, Part 4 and Closing)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] In my eyes, and in many of my colleagues’ eyes, prevention of chemical usage (drugs and alcohol) is the key to reducing alcoholism, and establishing order; what I mean by this is, one needs to stop the problem before it starts, and this problem of chemical usage, can be curtailed by educating our children at a young age of the consequences of using mood altering drugs, such as alcohol.

Alcoholism in Peru (and Mantaro Valley) Special Report (Parts 1 thru 3)) See Part 4 and Closing)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] The Effects of Alcoholism on the Individual and Peruvian Society as a whole; and how to deal with it in Junin, and the Mantaro Valley of Peru

The Mad Coffee Lady (Of Huancayo, Peru) a Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis has just returned from the Andes again, was in a few towns, one called Cajas, and another Huancayo, where He usually goes, received two awards from the Universiteis on his cultural poetry and here is his new poem for his next book called "The Mad Coffee Lady."

"Winter is Coming" (Chapter #7, "Donald's Aftershock"))a story out of Minnesota))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The sun was sinking, and the moon was floating it seemed into the misty stillness of the clouds, trying to seep through with its laced light; in the zigzagged way; furthermore, the effects of the snow seemed crystal like, more beautiful than in any past observance. Donald drove home by a long detour, arriving back at his house by dusk, he had phoned his wife of the tragedy, as he called it.

"Winter is Coming" (Chapter #6: 'Roberta's Reproaching'. a Minnesota Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [March 19, 1990] Roberta, who had already been reproaching herself for the unpleasantness of her recent feelings—was making much out of the little things, she was the recipient you could say of two heartaches, tense with hysterical thoughts now, and she ignored the everyday little things with her family. Somehow she seemed to have become brittle; it was now thirty-nine days or so, since Ezra died. She was hoping to find some kind of relief. Her eye happened to spot Donald working in the yard, shoveling her sidewalk.

"Winter is Coming" (Chapter #5, Ezra - A Trying Winter) A Minnesota Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Ezra: A Trying Winter (in Minnesota) [February 9th 1990] Ezra had told the nurse, clear as day, "I want to be notified if there's a sign, any sign of raised intracranial pressure or activity, if and when he wakes up, in particular, if his pulse changes, his respiration." (Referring to Sammy.)

Winter is Coming (Chapter #4)) An Old Style Romance - A Story Out of Minnesota))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Roberta sat at the window sill, holding a glass of orange juice, leaned it against the sill, gazing down into the backyard. The first snow was long past, winter had come, it was December 24, 1989, she pulled out her handkerchief wiped her eyes dry, she had known Sammy just forty-three days (known him on a personal bases for forty-three days). Her eyes opened and closed like the rotation of a

Advance or Afterward ("Winter is Coming") )A Story About Old Folks - Minnesota Related))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We all seem to have been born in an era of 'Once upon a time,' and feel and hope fairy tales can reach out to us at any time. Nowadays, age becomes less of a factor, less than mood, and we venture back onto the stage to the play, the facts behind us are really nothing when we become old, no one can raise the dead, so mental processes start, we want to grab the spirit of romance, perhaps once, just once more. Sometimes we leap, for cupid or Psyche, for the gothic mind, old people dream, just like

Winter is Coming (Chapter #3 - Thanksgiving Dinner))A Story out of Minnesota))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapter Three Thanksgiving "Old people need to feel useful," said Sammy to Ezra, on Thanksgiving Day, "We are perhaps like sick people.' Sammy called Roberta, and she said she was coming over, after she showed her respects to her children and grandchildren. Then Sammy turned to Ezra, who had a bald and oversized head, almost as big as a watermelon, almost with no neck, and large ears. Sammy liked him though, in spite or because of the fact that he had a way of looking at life and not taking it so serious, where Sammy often thought it was vulgar, but not too unkind-and he could take things quite serious.

Winter is Coming (Growing Old- A Story Out of Minnesota) Chapters 1 & 2 "The House and the Church"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapter One The House It looked like it was going to be a white Christmas. Sammy Pound, who had all the false notions of a green one, seemed worried, but then the heat bill would be less if it was green, and less folks would die in Minnesota of the cold, thus, he welcomed the mild or if not so mild winter that was approaching, and if it be snowy weather all the same, but at present it was damp weather for the most part, and autumn was the best part of the year in Minnesota, with the changing of colors, that is, the color of the leaves, now dropping off the trees almost as fast as rain drops in a storm, quietly floating in the air, timidly hanging onto the trees. The place, his home had become friendly to him, the rigid skies, their frosty mornings, frost on the tiles on roofs of houses, his house in particular, his roof, yes, he beckoned to himself: one way or the other, winter was coming.

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter, in- Last Card Game in Falstaff (Episode #30)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Arizona Blue was always proud of his skill in shooting, and not timid to display it. He always looked a bit ready, or like a man preparing for target practice. It was July, of 1876, when Blue was in Falstaff (had been there going on five weeks or so), Ernie Hard, a gun-slinger out of Abilene was in town, (Arizona Blue, over 226-Internet sits have picked up on these Episodes, this being the 30th) Arizona knew of him, a young buck, not too young, was playing cards at the Do-drop-Inn. He was a tall man, with large teeth, buck teeth, and red hair, he had itchy-fingers, so his legend goes, which precede him, eager to kill, and he always muttered, so no one could tell what he was saying, somehow that seemed to put his opponent off guard. “Go to hell,” said Tom Doyle, a local farmer

"The Legends of Peru" (A poem in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Peru has a lot to offer the adventurous person from: legends from the Amazonas, to Cajamarca, Ancash, Lambayeque, La Libertad, Lima, Ica, Arequipa, Cusco, and Puno; to the far off places like Huancayo, Machu Picchu (by Cusco), Kuelap (in the Amazonas), Chan Chan (by Trujillo); and to Huacachina, las Lineas de Nazca, to Tambo Colorado. Most of these places I have been to.

The History of Writing - Arizona Blue-Gunfighter
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The History of writing: Arizona Blue-Gunfighter ( I think the original idea for the stories of Arizona Blue, were invented in my mind, back when I was perhaps ten or eleven years old, those far off dreams come back do them not.) The Arizona Blue stories: first imagined, and were written down in 1990, was but two stories, and put into a stack of papers in the basement of my house in Minnesota, and forgotten for the most part

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter, in - Maggie O'Brian’s Quest (Episode 31)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Arizona Blue was on his bed half asleep, when someone knocked at the door of his hotel room, it was May of 1877, a year since he had been down around the rim of the Grand Canyon. He was in El Paso. He reached for his holster, and started to pull out his gun. Who it could be, he wondered, who knew he was here, no one to his understanding. He knew Tom Brady, the Sheriff, he would not be knocking, or Doc Fremont he was an old friend, taken a few bullets out of his back, legs and chest in years past, he wasn't him, he was always coughing. It wouldn't be that sheriff either, the one from Falstaff, Arizona; he didn't have the guts to try to bring him back for an inquest. He shook his head; he felt a bit washed up, empty from the drinking and card games the night before, a bottle of whisky by his bedside, half full.

Invaders of America
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] We got a problem, and when I say we, I do not necessarily mean Government, because the Government is half the problem. Let me explain, without trying to create anarchy, which is not good for any state or country. I am talking about a militia problem here (private Armies). We do not seem to have the government support, which is suppose to go according to our constitution, which is to ‘Safe guard the boards’ this is a violation of our Constitution, and the Government of America is at fault, and

Thursday Haikus - Lunch at the Cafe (Commentary of the Haikus & Poets)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Commentary on From - Here we see the use of Haikus as (almost) epigrams, yet within keeping the grace of the haiku, and close to its form (the three lines, syllables are relatively close, if not 17-sylables, but the stress is not in keeping it uniform with the Japanese style Haikus, it is in keeping with the simplicity of the glorious day God has given, just one Thursday in so many.

Afternoon Haikus at the Cafe (with Commentary and notes)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Comments on the Haikus—The Haiku is both singular and plural, but can bring some issues when the‘s’ is employed. Best known for its 17-short line syllables and developed over hundred of years in Japan. Many people have slighted the original style of the Haiku, calling it revolutionary names, unskilled at it likewise, such as those ungrateful from the Beat Generation, who seemed to have won the hearts of many with a single utterance from Zen, on top of their well wishes. Anyhow Ginsberg, Kerouac, Burroughs, and those like them somehow felt like Solomon and King David involved in producing the new Psalms of God, felt like they were doing bestowing upon earth such great wisdom.

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, in - Maggie O’Brian, Compromised (Episode #29)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, in: Maggie O’Brian, Compromised Episode #29 Blue was resting, lying, elbows down, motionless, undisturbed, examining his thoughts (on the bar), bruised knuckles from the fight he had a few weeks ago along the rim of the Grand Canyon. Just a few trifle thoughts, is all, his whole body was aware of the endurance it had taken, soreness throughout his whole body, he was getting old, he told himself. Maggie O’Brian came to mind, the gal

Iraq's Death Row for - Samar Saed Abudullan - CNN and Amnesty International Interfere
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] BAGHDAD, Iraq CNN has decided to published Samar Saed Abudullan's death row case (along with others), not sure why, but it looks like Amnesty International has also got involved. Before I get too much in this 'pure opinion,' article of mine, I am writing; let me tell you how I feel in a flash flooded way. I belonged to Amnesty International once, and I always found out when they got involved, they

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter - in - "Death along the Canyon's Rim!" (Part Two of Two: Episode: #28) "Gu
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the morning, Blue had circled the cabin, noticed it was next to the rim of the Grand Canyon, and that Maggie O’Brian, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, had come down to the Canyon, on kind of an experiment trip (so she had told Blue), her husband was a geologist, a professor, young as he was from the University of Minnesota, and was studying the rocks and formation of the strata within the canyon walls. They had been married just two years, with a new born, but three weeks old.

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter in - "Death along the Canyon's Rim!" (Part One Of Two: Episode #27) Troub
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Authors first story of Arizona Blue in over eleven-months (Arizona Blue stories are presently on over 226-internet sites) The burning Arizona sky by the Grand Canyon, horse-smelling sky held a passive look for Arizona Blue, gunfighter (1876); wrapped in a grew Army shroud riding his horse Dan, thinking of a fresh-baked pie, any kind would do, his saddle loose. His mother Teresa disliked having him ride at night, so he remembered, as he rode this noon dust, and sun into evening, she was purely pound of him when he was a boy. And he heard her once say to his cousin, “Blue just never got a chance like you boys

The Legend of Cumbemayo (The Guardian of Cumbayo, 6000 BC)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: Half of this account was written in flight, leaving Cajamarca (5-7-2007), to Lima Peru (a few days after visiting the site of Cumbayo (5-26-2007), the other half was written a day after my arrival back at Lima, at El Parquettos restaurant, 5-8-2007.

Three Poems From Cajamarca, Peru (And Cows That Come By The Call Of Their Names)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: At Collpa Farm, in the Cajamarca, Valley of Peru, in Northern Peru that is, they have this farm where they have names, the cows have names, like Catalonia, etc., and when the farmer calls them, they come, and the poem tells the rest of the story. My wife I think liked this part of our trip the most.

New York City- The Sleepless Neon (a Poem With Notes)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note- Long over due is this poem on New York City-for I've been there four times, equal to Paris, and I've never been to any city four times other than these, and I've been to almost every big city in the world, so, yes, New York City is special. To be frank, and honest, I feel much safer in New York City than such cities as Buenos Aires, or Santiago, Chile, Lisbon, or Madrid, or for that matter, Chicago, or Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I live in Lima, and St. Paul, Minnesota, and I feel saver still in New York City. Anyhow, as I was saying, the poem is over due. It was written while in traveling in Cajamarca, Peru, a beautiful city of 165,000-folks, in a very green valley (9:01 PM, 5-06-2007). #1808

Curse of the Mysterious Honeybee - Part of the Cadaverous Planets
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] The Plan Where did they come from? It was a question everyone was asking and now there were a lot of conspiracy theories. But they came from the hands of a Moirommalit, perhaps the most famous intellectual of Planet Moiromma, the planet outside the solar system of earth’s, which runs parallel (the year is AD 2016).

The Rateros (Robbers) of Buenos Aires
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [April 27-29, 2007: taken from notes written at the time] Advance: not sure where to start this story, but I'll try to make it chronological, linked to Iguaçu Falls, for once we left Iguacu City, we caught a plane to Buenos Aires, and got another three star hotel. There we had steak at a number of places and enjoyed the little sun left in this city, entering its fall period. The Hotel was better than the one in Iguacu City, in that it was cleaner, but the buffet, Rosa missed. We went to a musical also, and Rosa loved it, called "Sweet Charity." But on the 28th of April, things changed from a happy vacation to an unforgettable one.

The Gulping Waters of Iguacu Falls [Brazil, Argentina]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [April, 2007] Advance: “It was not an agreeable two days, rather two days of rain, and my wife and I were on two sides of the great falls, called Iguacu, one part in Argentina, the other in Brazil. We flew into the area from Lima, Peru.

Tango: The Glories of Romance - Buenos Aires - A Short Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Had he told her what was on his mind, she would surely not have been grateful. He believed what she said, that she was in love with him, even though he was trying at times. They were in love, and watching a show, a Tango show, at 'Restaurant 36,' in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Three couples were doing the Tango (an artful alluring dance that was brought over from immigrants from Europe around the turn of the 20th century, a combination of several dance steps put together, it was of course then refined to what it is today). Manuel - looked at Brazil with

Carlos Guido Y Spano's Tomb (A Poem, And Short History)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: White in Buenos Aires, Argentina in April of 2007 I visited Carlos Guido Y Spano's grave site, his tomb, to the folks on the city and the visitors to the grave yard, it is obvious, they are more enthralled to visit Evita's grave, as I have twice so far, in passing years. In a way it is sad, here is the likes of Henry W. Longfellow, and most folks just pass Carlos' tomb up. Yet he is in all the history books, school learning books of Argentina, if only, they would see the beauty he gave Argentina.

Buenos Aires - Becoming a Deadly Haven (Avoid "Restaurant 36"))Article))
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I just returned from Buenos Aires, Argentina, and it is getting worse by the minute. When you have a good thing, everyone thinks it will remain that way by momentum in Buenos Aires, it never does. I am writing this article for a few reasons: one, I hope the officials of Buenos Aires wake up, and two; it is becoming dangerous for Americans to go there.

The "Unetaneh Tokef" - The Prayer Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The "Unetaneh Tokef" is a liturgical (relating to worship) poem, known as 'The Siluk Prayer' (in poetic form) - written by one of Judaism's leading Torah authorities, Rabbi Yitzchak ben Moshe of Vienna 1189-1250 AD, whom was a student of Rabbi Avraham ben Aziel (Germany). He died at the age of 70.

The Rude Chamber (And the Voodoo Guardian of Haiti) Part of the Cadaverous Planets
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: Tfarcevol the Wise, seen in the pages of the History of Moiromma, and the Cadaverous Planets, had his 100-lives, as did most Moirommalit's, but for some reason, out of the velvet darkness he was cast into where his mind and soul went, he was chosen, and resurrected for the 101st time, but there was a reason for this, as there is for most everything within the universe—to be the Voodoo Guardian of the Citadel in Haiti (this happened in 1986, how long he was the guardian I do not know, perhaps since the time of Napoleon; the story has been handed down to me by a woman named Sam Pound, I shall narrate it in the first person, and do my best to see it his way, Dan Weber's way, the friend of Sam's.)

No Eyes to Weep With (General Iromma of the Great War-on Planet Moiromma) part of the Cadaverous Pla
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He killed with pride, which he offered his prey little of, in his graceful manner, even with a passion of hate which he held for them, he did not shame his victims too much, just enough to gain a violent reputation; his eyes burning into their deathly white faces he oppressed them, slowly, like boiling a frog alive, unnoticeable. He struck to kill, born of coldness. From such a general, one would think he would have to paid a price, but for 300-years, he did not on planet Moiromma, not until, after the war was won; he never had I say—but then, on the other hand, the war ended and fear does funny things to those we make into our heroes.

Velvet Darkness - The Tunnel To Heaven Or Hell, A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: there are always stories about the light at the end of the tunnel, and we forget, there is also gloom, at the other end; thus, depending which end we end up at. In the bible it says: choose what you wish to be; yes, God has given us choices, and we see this in the Book of Revelation, chapter #22 in particular that says in essence: if you chose to be unjust, filthy, so be it, let him be, remain so;

Reeking Foulness - A Short Paranormal Story Out Of Augsburg - Part Of The Cadaverous Planets
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The bed was of rags and straw, the old man seemed to be an old soldier of some sort, perhaps from WWI, I guessed; he slumbered about his shanty, in Augsburg, West Germany, 1970. A year I will never forget, he looked as if he had lived a long life, a hard lived life, and now, in a word, a wake drunk, so I thought because of his behavior. He had a haggard look to his bone structure, charcoal and olive skin, huge shoulders, and tall, perhaps close to seven feet; an unsavory look, a villainous

The City of Kings - Lima Peru Today (the Octopus)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Every city has it extraordinary, if not unusual institutions created out of its own needs, necessities; and Lima, Peru is no different, it has its brazier population, and to a stranger, like me, now not so much so, but several years ago, it is was most peculiar: the strange vending carts that sell candy, make anticuchos and picarones, and the brush man, papaya man, the rag man, all interwoven and tightly nicely nit up city, sprawling with millions of people, living in little neighborhoods, where most ...

The Hermit's Ghostly Dilemma (a Short Suspense Story Out Of Minnesota)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [The Hermit's Ghostly Dilemma] Josh O'Hara lived a solitary life in the thick of a northern wooded area in Minnesota, near the town-let called Webster. He lived there most all his life, and when his father and mother passed on, he remained there.

"The Little Olive Amuc's" (A Poem of the Little People in the Andes of Peru - Legends)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Legend has it these Amuc of the Andes, are perhaps a foot to 18-inches tall; some with blond and other with dark hair. It has been said they have iron wings, and live in the mines of the Peruvian Andes. Many older folks who have been in the mines, worked them, have claim they have seen them; or folks that have known folks that have. Myself, I have never seen them, and I've been in the Andes, but I'm looking forward to it. And when I do, I of course will let you know. The Wanka to the Inca times, infer, between AD 700 to 1600 (and from the present times: the time of the Miners).

St. Lucia Defies The Great Panda Bear (China)
[News-and-Society:Politics] St. Lucia's (and its Government in St. John) in the Caribbean Sea is defying the Great Giant China Panda Bear, who demands they bow before them, and say uncle, kind of like that. In essence, they are telling them what they can and can't do—China that is; in this case, they do now want them (St. Lucia) to allow a delegation from Taiwan to enter their port. I kind of think this game of: you do as I say, as the Chinese Government has bullied the world away from Taiwan for 50-years, should stop.

Cho Seung-Hui vs Gun Control
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] All the gun control people are going to run on this one I suppose, let it rest, I do not see any room for an argument here. A non American shot a lot of people perhaps with two guns; guns he got legally, and had he not got them, the old story goes, he would have anyhow. But the other side of the story is also is worth looking at, seldom brought out too, had some of the students guns of their own, the story

Tangor in... Asteroid Attila (Space Traveler Episodes #17 & 18)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Asteroid Attila) I was in my spacecraft, left Mars' orbit, couldn't hear the voices anymore, and my ships camera picked up a photograph—I should say it was coming in, faded, and clearing up, becoming sharper; my spacecraft had been circling Mars for two years, almost inactively; the photo was among many, coming in, but only one with this certain image, and it became stunning in that it become clearer not because of my camera’s inability to pick it up, it was coming clearer because it was coming in closer, I could ...

Train to Munich (Part Two - October Fest, 1970)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We ended up in his cabin, because Ski wanted something, and pushed the porter, and a fight right in his cabin was mounting, and there was three or four of them, and two of us, but I was ready, and Ski was more than ready, but I smoothed it out, at the last second...

The Cliffs to Torre Torre (Huancayo’s Envy))Peru)) A Poem With Notes
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note - The poem, '...Torre Torre', is not referring to the island called 'Bora Bora' in the South Pacific, it is a geological wonder in and around Huancayo, Peru, beyond the Andes, in the Valley of Mantaro. How it got its name, I don't know, but I've been to the site a number of times, and it is always fascinating to see the course the wind, and weather have taken on this geological

"Back on Base" (Part Three, to: ...a Heart and Soul") 1/36 Artillery, Augsburg, Germany
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Back on Base (Part Three, to:"…a Heart and Soul") 1/36th Artillery, Augsburg, Germany) The barracks on base were like three story dormitories, folks at the military base, especially Bruce (a close friend to Ski, and me) asked about Ski—, what happened, what took place that sorrowful day in Garmish (he had only heard he died of a would to the neck by a wolf), I didn't say anything, and simply gave him and the other curious military personnel that asked, gave them: a sweet and sour (little) conspiring smile. I really felt like escaping, not talking about it.

Dead Wolf (Part Two, to: "...a Heart and Soul") The Story to the Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dead Wolf (Part Two, to:"...a Heart and Soul") (Three weeks later at the Reese Military Compound in West Germany (Augsburg), remembering other brief Fragments of what took place that day on the hill in Garmish)

Will China and Japan Mend Their Differences? (No!)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Will a bulldog and cat play together? Is the question, if they do mend their differences, there is an ulterior motive, and the motive will be on China's behalf, and in China's interest? Japan should arm themselves, and quickly, remembering what happened to Tibet. They could be on China's future menu - China is still hungry over Japanese oil, in the Japanese Sea, and other things.

The Story Behind the Poem - Tale of a Heart and Soul
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Photography] Here for the first time in print is the story behind the poem "Tale of a Heart and Soul" as told by Poet Laureate, and the author. November, 1970. A village called Garmish, in West Germany in a small valley surrounded by mountains. A focus for the many on ski jumps, meadows, and hills in the valley, the valley with a population of at least than five thousand, supplying the churches, guesthouses and the few hotels. No movie house. The only way the traveler can find his way to the valley in winter is by automobile, the train runs up to the end of October.

Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ - Did She Remain a Virgin? (reedited) Now in English & Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] After I finished my BA degree, many, many years ago, I started working on my MA, in counseling, psychology, drugs and alcohol, etc., a combination—then I stopped for a period of time, not really knowing what I wanted to do, so I studied theology, read 400-books in 18-months, listened to over 10,000-hours of tapes from every corner of Christendom, Christology—through theology, even went to ...(Permanecio ella Virgen?) see Spanish Version also! under English Version

Tale of a Heart and Soul
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Sometimes things happen for reasons beyond our comprehension, and simply not knowing why, so we guess at its internal structure, its motivation, reasoning, motives for being, happening, when it is the simplest of all to say what you really think and feel, and that is usually right. As in this case, perhaps the man got his wish, and envy got its revenge, one of the deadly seven sins.

Last Salute - The Surveillant (Part Eight)"Last Moment of Light")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Part Eight The last day at Fort Bragg, Smiley was by me, we got on the bus together to go to the airport, and for once, they (the Drill Sergeants) were respectable gentlemen whom expected to see better days, now that we were going, I suppose, and it wouldn't do any good to humiliate us now, so they actually held a smile and the captain was nearby shaking hands, not my hand, although he looked my way, I gave

The House of Death - Seventy-two Deaths (re-edited)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Sometimes we simply get what we ask for on earth, thereafter, eternally. Thus, it can be regrettable...

Beer Bash - At Fort Bragg! (Part Seven)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I had learned, a Soldier's first day in basic training, is like every other day, one very long day. For me it was thirteen weeks long. Dlsiluk

Stalemate - Army Life (Part Six)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We marched back and forth like children walking in formation to school, not half miles though, but four and five miles a day. No one had the right to resort to tears nor calmly and flatly refuse, a few I think wanted to, we had a fat boy in the group, and the sergeants run him ragged (by the time he left, he must had lost forty pounds, he was most grateful to his oppressors) didn't even fight back, emotionally or physically. Most of the trainees just did what they were told, had to do, thought they had to do. I learned later on in time, one can hate the Army and love it at the same time. And then one becomes codependent on it, with it. This never took place at this stage of the game, but down the road of life it would.

KP and Potatoes, Army life (January, 1970 - Week Seven in Basic Training)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] KP, or call it Kitchen Police, Kitchen Duty, or whatever, but back in my day, ever soldier did it. I was woken up this one morning of my seventh week in training, it was a Sunday, and someone wanted to go to church, so guess who they picked for kitchen duty, me. I wasn't supposed to have it, I had had it three times before, and was suppose to have been done with it. But the Army never works that way, they just keep putting straws on the camels back until he drops, or says something to stop it, and I

Lights Out - From San Francisco to Fort Bragg - Part V to "Last Moment of Light"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the days and weeks to follow-every muscle throughout my body was aching, head spinning- yet I was not worn down like most of the troops, perhaps I had a lot of training in San Francisco, and back in St Paul, Minnesota in karate, and my body was somewhat ready for this kind of training. Face to face with the Drill Sergeants, I half straightened my attitude out, somewhat came to an understanding, willingly obedient, yet at night I still came in soggy drunk, hanging onto whatever I could.

The Hanging Gardens at Babylon (Its Ecological Miracle)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A Note- It has puzzled folks for centuries on how the Gardens were watered in Babylon, back in 604- to about 560 B.C., perhaps too much so. And I suppose they need to do more digging to find out exactly the correct method, but it doesn't seem all that complicated to me. When it was built on levels, 365 feet high with several pumps to help it along, and man power was next to free, and add simple gravity to the picture, and a touch of the pull from the earth's moon. In the out skirts of Cajamarca, Peru is an aqueduct, called El acueducto de Cumbe Mayo, 3000-years old, water runs up hill (the aqueduct is 9000mts- thus, there is nothing new under the sun.)

Army Beer Hall (December, 1970 - Week Five in Basic Training)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I had gone to the beer hall this first Saturday evening after returning to Basic Training Camp, from Christmas leave. The Captain was there, I had heard he showed up now and then, but not often, and this was perhaps my third time in the beer hall myself, I preferred the EM Club to the hall, more sedate.

Horse's Hoofs, and Old Soldiers (November, 1969; Week Two in Basic Training))Part Three))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Part Three, to; "Last Moment of Light" 1 Running In the barracks it was chilly. The Drill Sergeants smell worst. I knew my smell. Why be polite, it was long days in back of me and in front, long days running, and today I had to run around a field three times, two miles each lap, six miles complete, in some specified time, can't remember it exactly. I took a number of salt tablets as I ran; some of the men were eating chocolate, to keep their energy up. I quickly learned running was part of the Army, like white on rice.

Silhouette of a Soldier (October, 1969)) Day Two))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this second Part of what Dennis calls, "The Last Moment of Light," Day 2, at basic training, 1969, he brings out how one feels during reveille, and after work, and onto the bar. How he met his first friends. A most interesting sketch. Rosa

An Old Dirt Road (1958 -1962) Minnesota Reflections in Poetic Form
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem by Dennis Siluk, on his youth, his reflections, and he tries to bring the reader into them. Rosa

Soldiers’ First Day (October, 1969)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] For those interested in Army life, here is the makes of a perfect first day in the Army, at least it was for me, back in 1969.

Train to Munich
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When Dennis was in the Army, and over in Augusburg, Germany in 1970, he took a train to Munich, this is chapter one of it...Rosa

Box of old Photographs (A Poem About Getting Ready to Die)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] So often we hide our heads in the sand when the word death comes up, the most common thing in all life, its end. Something we all have to face. Dennis' poem is to the point, and very real, perhaps hard to read, yet short as it is, it gives out strong emotions. As he has said, "There is a season under the sun for everything," and this poem ('Box of Old Photographs') says even a little more than that. Rosa

The New Breed - Content to Infect Mankind With Ignorance
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] People are content with ignorance nowadays (it's just the way it is, turned out to be), go off on a tangent over simple things, and overlook the big; clumsy they are, misunderstood they say (often); oh yes they are, if you are saying no to this. A good scientist nowadays (likened to many of us now), is too content with changing old (and as they say: 'worn out,' unproven discoveries), because of new

Three Lyrics (Subjectively Rich)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Notes on the last three poems above: poems like prose work (such as novels, short stories, and so forth) can be divided up into genres; in a similar manner, poems, not necessarily associated with a certain type of meter or rhyme form, often have, but sometimes lack, plot, and theme, but not always, and can be assorted into such categories as: Epic, dramatic, Lyric (as the ones above), ode, elegy and prose.

"Till Thou Cometh Again" a Poem (Commentary on - Rewriting Jesus - and Notes)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Note: A song-poem, I do believe it can be sung, or simply read, with a small compact insight; here, in short, is the indispensable minimum, and introduction into the realms of the undetermined world of a poet's edge, my rim between earth and hell, and heaven, and who knows where else.

Waiting for the Tide Part II - In the Valley - A Dramatic Epic Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Ferdinand rode his Model T Ford through the city, up into the mountains, to the valley pastures noisily southeast catching the wind from the hills... Many times he wanted Joana to show him some new beauty within the valley, the river or perhaps the old warrior sites... Quickly they rode through the bleak cobblestone passages, elbows touching, winds whistling, black shaded areas following as if a shadow was caught on the back of the car...(areas to the side of the lower hills...)

Waiting for the Tide (A Dramatic Epic Poem - Part I)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a part of an epic poem, constructed by the Poet Laureado, that takes you into an adventure, and brings you out a little lighter (the beginning of an epic poem). Rosa

Outlook Poems - Books, Vietnam, God's Partner and the Poet's Boots Part V
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] 22) Joseph, God's Silent Partner (Joseph 'The papa'; Husband to Mary) Quiet-simplicity, like God, so Joseph was: Allowing Joseph to hear, God's whispers; Just a very simple man, Joseph was, Like God, he said very little: why? Because God is showing us (through Joseph) Actions and prayer (not simply words), with Silence, was his strength (he walked the walk, And threw away the talk); thus, he was able to Be the earthly papa, for Christ; the holy family Of the Universe...! #1756

Outlook Poems (Time, Youth, Booze and Little Things - Part IV)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Advance: in this series of poems (called: "Outlook" poems)) for their sentiment)), which have thus far, four parts to it, here is a beautiful and most welcome addition to Dennis' collection of over 1750-poems to date; by an awarded lyric poet, each testifying to the everyday receptivity of life. In these poems, one can see a tribute to human nature, a power and mysticism of deep emotions. Rosa

Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Bars - Part II]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: If anyone knows about drunks and bar life, the author does, he is recovering, has been for 22-years. He knows how it is in the bar, bar life, how it looks, and smells, and the mind set; unfortunately. And perhaps these poems will inspire someone to get out of it. You die before your time, but like the author always says, "You got to offer a drunk something better, otherwise why would he give up what he thinks is good." Rosa

Outlook Poems [Grief, Pride & Love - Part III]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: in this series of poems (called: 'Outlook' poems ))for their sentiment)), which have thus far, three parts to it, here is a beautiful and most welcome addition to the author's collection of over 1700-poems to date; by an awarded lyric poet, each testifying to the everyday receptivity of life. In these poems, one can see a tribute to human nature, a power and mysticism of deep emotions.

Just Words Bone-head words
[Writing-and-Speaking:Writing] One must consider the value in writing for modern man, men of the 21st century, the new commentator "Sweep the temple steps clean," he says, "the tourist needs to see the shrine and get on back home," to catch a plane here or there.

Outlook Poems - (Love, Life & God- Part I)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Outlook Poems (Four poems with a View/ Part I) Poems about Life, God and Love

Vagabond to Vagabond - Brazil Complains
[Travel-and-Leisure] I don't want to be too cruel, or harsh on this subject, or debasing, for some may think I have a slanted opinion perhaps on this matter, which I really call an up-front opinion, and it has to do with American travelers in South America; and I spend a lot of time in South America. This does not pertain to Peru, Colombia or Argentina, and a few other countries. But countries like Brazil and Paraguay, and a few others, I will not mention their names, they know who they are. The premise is Visas. So what's my beef! Just this, they are greedy. Let me explain.

Minnesota Winter Crows - a Poem With Notes and Commentary on Winter Storms
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Notes: here is a four stanza Haiku, on the ending of winter in Minnesota, in 2007. Minnesota is known for its winters going out like a lion, and so it has proven so in the month of March, of 2007, when this poem was written. It would seem winter would simply stop, and spring would come in, but it never happens that way. Even the crows have a period of time to readjust to the new season, for the winter has helped them grow thin and lean, and has helped the humans in Minnesota to grow fat, because they hibernate in the house somewhat. Then in spring the crows grow fat, and the humans start growing lean, they get out of the house as soon as possible—and then there is no end to their activities. Commentary on Winter Storms:

"Under The Rock" & "Moth And The Mind" - Two Poetic Prose Poems - With Notes
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The prose poem is usually made-up with more wit than rime in it, so it has been by the master pieces, and master poets, in the past; the lines involved are not usually all that important. Here are two prose poems that deal with the mind.

The Tale of Willie the Humpback Whale (An Entertaining and Heartwarming Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Willie was a Humpback Whale Who sailed the Pacific Sea Who had a different kind of tail?

How About Those Young Critics
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] The whole American speech today is turning into butter making and swallowing a large mouth full of cream and the world is a matching set. With the young critic today, there are certain things he or she does not know; blind I call this to some part of the spectrum, and part of the butter making process. Because in most cases their determined attempt has a patriotic flag, to conquer, thus it is not possible to get a good review in most cases, disuse of the beginner, to his limited culture refinement.

"Iguazu Falls (And Devil's Throat)" and "Prophecy Guarded" (Two Poems with a Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Iguazu Falls, is to me one of the great geological wonders of the world, it is as if God, Himself, fell on his elbow, and put a dent into the earth (if that was possible). Devil's Throat is simple an area among the 270 or so falls that are connecting to one another to make this world wonder one site instead of many. It has something like 450,000-liters of water per second going over its falls, at any given time, and has around a 300 foot trop, and is close to two miles in circumference. The falls are on the Argentina and Brazilian soil, Brazil perhaps being the better view. And taking a bus from Concepcion, Paraguay, is not a hard task, if indeed you wished to see Paraguay, which goes into a three angel corner with Argentina, and Brazil, in one location, thus, being in three countries at one time.

Evolution
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] I know, here we go again; this is one of those ongoing subjects (Evolution), that no one seems to be able to put to rest. In college I took up Anthropology so I could study this area somewhat, and ended up shifting to psychology, perhaps because I got too much of a dose of the Evolutionist’ point of view. Anyhow, during my graduate studies, I shift to Theology, and studied Christology, and such things, the New Testament, as well as all the religions of the world, and guess what; I went back to psychology again. Please be patient with me, there is a message here (if not two) coming, but I must let you know, this is not a fly by night thought, coming out of my head, perhaps repressed for a while though. I even went to the Galapagos, and with as amazing as the trip was, shifting from one island to the next, it only brought me closer to God, not Darwin.

Song of the Titans
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In accounting for the celebrity of the Titans, I use many words which add nothing to the poem per se, for there is little to say, along with melody, one must remember that the poetry is for the most part, made to sing, words are half the art, so they bounce easily. The careful reader will hear the effects, the theme is old: time is short.

Out of the Noxious Abyss - The Ica Witch
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Assuming I am still sane, and was sane at the time this took place, I shall try to explain to you, what had taken place, which has not befallen any man to my knowledge in quite the same way, ever. I have no evidence left, but my experience, yes, that alone, and those who took care of me of course during this trying time.

Please- Don't Forget Me! [Letters From A Dying Man In Prison]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] You ever do something you're not sure of being comfortable with, then forget about it for nine-years only to wake up out of bed and say, 'Hey, I remember him,' and then you're not sure of why he came to your mind, and is it worth more of your time. Oh well, this is that kind of a story. A true story and I will try to put it together the best I can, from the letters he wrote me during a twelve month period, from 1997-1998, there about.

Peace For Israel And Palestinians - Why Not?
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I don't really think Hamas, whom the king never mentioned in his great lecture to congress (today) wants peace, but here is what he said "...Jordan's King Abdullah II said Wednesday the United States must take the lead in creating conditions for a permanent peace between Israel and the Palestinians." His remarks were limited almost entirely to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. His comments on the Middle East issue before his departure for Washington were far more critical of Israel than the ones he delivered on Wednesday.

Ignorance in Literature
[Writing-and-Speaking:Writing] The public needs to be educated (simple as that); in school they do not teach a view on literature as a whole, or its relation to any other part. Often the teachers consider this subject dull at best, not natural. There are literary masterworks out there, but most of them are not what we think they are. Hemingway, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, Joyce ( ‘Ulysses’ his masterpiece is nothing but a reckless Picasso), as was Gertrude Stein’s work, none have what I called masterwork interwoven in them, yes

The Ozark Plantation, in - Mammy Mae's Secret (Series #3 1803)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Almost everyday, everyday that is when Shep was gone, Mammy Mae, went up the hill to the little plot sectioned off for a family graveyard, Judith Hightower was buried there, her tombstone read: "October 7, 1803, died Judith Hightower (Abernathy)," nothing else. This day, as others when Shep was gone on business or in New Orleans, she’d take an apple and some peanuts with her, stay for an hour or so,

America - Laws of War and Contentment (and the Inside Hidden Force)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] In today's world, the sword has one point, only, and no sharp sides, the symbol is of course force, or power, or money, it is all in one. There also is a hidden force inside that tip, this point I'm talking about, divides and smashes to smithereens and kills, there is of course a mystery force beyond this, which does not go into the maze of man, inside the maze religion is destroyed, and there are different images of god, or gods, a movement you could say, this force remains outside it, but I wish only to talk about the inside force.

The Host of Easter (and Commentary on- Separate Excitement- in Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note (commentary: Separate Excitement): if you are looking for the poet inside the poem, look for the undercurrent he has left, the continuous undercurrent of feeling, it should be everywhere, but seldom does anyone look for it, it is called separate excitement; or poetic art, Yeats uses it. If you missed the fountain and the beauty, and the exact riming in the poem, which is sometimes called 'duty,' I didn't put it in for various reasons, I do not take pleasure in the corresponding banalities (or ordinariness), as much as I used to. Yet I have not gone too fare to the other extreme either, allowance can be made for the unfriendliness of our times, I do believe. Today we do not ride the didactic horse to death, as they did a millennium ago, nor can anyone stand the verbosity of that era.

The Spirit of Art
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Art is a great thing, I love to write, to play the piano, the guitar, poetry, drawing, painting, I've done all my own art work for my books, or almost all. I do not have other people's pictures on my walls; I have my own photographs from around the world, I take them. I took other's down years ago and said: if I want them up there, I'll go to the places and take them myself, and I did. So I love art in many forms. The artist, literary art, to relieve, and refresh the mind, revives the soul, form an ecstasy, majesty of thought.

America Growing Ignorant
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Ignorant: unaware, badly informed, rude, ill-bred: I could go on and on, but that describes the topic pretty well, America is becoming Ignorant, this is not a phenomenon, it is a fact, and humanly motivated. And so I want to show you in my words, in my way.

The Ozark Plantation (Series #3), Old Shep Hightower (and a boy named Josh) #1
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Shep Hightower came from New York State, in the Mid 1700s, they say around 1759 he appeared off a ship with some sailors, he was at that time, twenty-five years old, and made his way to what now is called Ozark, Alabama, in the dead of summer, perhaps around the year 1761, or so. Mrs. Hightower, back then, a Miss when she came up from New Orleans, some time thereafter, she was quite young, a few months past sixteen years old, she sat high-headed in a wagon, Shep remembered that, so he would tell in later years: they never even kissed until they got married, so he told everyone likewise, all the folks said in Ozark years later they just kissed where no one could see them.

Sergeant Clare (A Short Story of an Odd Romance)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Sergeant Clare met Hilleary Trenton, just before Easter at a house party in Huntsville, Alabama. He had stopped there on his way home to Minnesota to oblige the brother of friend he had met at Troy State University, in Troy Alabama; he was stationed at Fort Rucker, (1977); the brother of a classmate to be exact. So he confided in himself, and believed, this would be a simple task, why not do it, plus have some fun. He had planned to stop off in Huntsville for a day only, and he stayed three full days, then headed on to St. Paul, Minnesota, to spend time with his mother on a Easter day,

Return To Day (A Short Story On Sexuality)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] She sat back, Louise Fleming, staring into the nothingness of the night from the hospital window, central London, thought about her life up to this point, it was 1945, she was shocked by her own feelings but she had finally put it together, with a bit of embarrassment. Now she'd have to tell her father.

What is Confessional Poetry? (And Why do we Write It?)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] What is Confessional Poetry? It is when you set yourself up for the big fall, when you get daring enough to tell all. Sylvia Plath, Anne Saxton, the perverted Allen Ginsberg; Robert Lowell, whom I have several books by, was a little calmer in his verse than those poets I just mentioned. Often the "I" is used or "You" in Confessional poetry.

Talk Radio: Castro to Chavez (a sham)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I read the transcript of the Talk Radio Show, between what Castro and Chavez spoke about (2-27-2007), and they sounded like two pigs in a blanket. If indeed they talk like that in person, I would think they were two sissies, trying to get a date with one another. I couldn't believe the conversation. Now let's get serious, both compliment one another on world affairs, and how much they read, and how much they know, and have done for their countries. All this was talked about live on...

Hospital Visit (Confessional Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: there really are no words or ways to express certain looks people give you when they are weakened because of their love for you, in the time of disaster. They don't quite know what to say, and you don't know quite what to say, and how it should be said, if indeed, it must be said. I was in the hospital dying in 1994, a stroke and heart attack. In 2003, my mother was dying in the hospital, it all was reversed it seemed, 11-years later. I was angry she was going to die, my mother was sad I was going to die. Not sure which emotions are right or wrong, I don't think any are, they are what ...

Aftereffects (In Ozark, Alabama))A Poem))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: I lived in Ozark, Alabama in the 1970s, and have been married a few times, and was there with my wife, and my neighbor was an attractive woman, a few years younger than I (her husband a friend, and both high on pot all the time), and to be honest, I and my human nature was being tested. I am no hero for avoiding the situation, but glad I did, it is simply trading one pot of crickets for another, and who needs that.

Untangled Shadow (Confessional Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Today is not like it used to be, and the use to be was in the 40s and 50s, when there was a stigma if you got a divorce, or if you had children, being raised in a second marriage by the husband who is not the father. In most cases, it seems, it can be a thankless joy, and the children do get in-between. And women do marry men for the wrong reasons, and perhaps they are right to them, wrong for the man, in this case, to help with raising them, as in the poem above, "Untangled Shadow." We don't need to point fingers, or blame others, but we do need to work out the emotions, the hurt, for people do get angry, or hurt in the process: children as well as the marriage couple. There is no secret formula, only honesty, if that can be laid on the table, before hand.

Hunting For--(Why not me?) A Poem With Commentary
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Sometimes a deficit can be the stepping stone to success. My daughter was told, she'd never be able to read, mentally retarded; my son, Shawn who got 93 percent in a countrywide intelligence test, way above average, became a bum, and my daughter became a learner.

Are You: Dead or Alive? (For Old Folks) Commentary on Dying
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] You give up being afraid because you want to live, otherwise you are alive without knowing you are, and simply remain afraid—but to live and be alive, and know so, is to be afraid and to allow it, it tells you something—, it tells you it is better than being dead. My uncle lived with heart problems, like so many, died at 61-years old, and was afraid to live, thus, he lived like he was dead already, like he had a pocket full of dynamite ready to explode at any minute, had it in his hip pocket I think, that is worse than being dead.

The World in Disorder: Specific Times
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] We are losing our Ice sheets in Antarctica, and the Pacific and Indian Oceans are having their toll on mankind, and good ole mother earth, and we are sucking the oil out of her like draining the whirlpool dry, plus, weather temperatures are unpredictable along the Ring of Fire, and throughout the Gulf of Mexico, and from the East to West Coast of the United States, and Western Europe. The Arabs have enough oil to ignite WWIII, as they have been trying for some time now. We are letting psychopathic rouge countries like North Korea and Iran, acquire the Atomic Bomb, while the United Nations tries to pacify the situation, and let them Black Mail, the world. What is going on around us? I thought it was bad in the 80s, and the 90s, but the new century is nothing to sneeze at, if we live through this

Monkey Jump: Man's Neolithic Climb (10,000 to 7000 BC)) A Poem with Commentary))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Commentary 'Changing One's Style': One can call "Monkey Jump…" a lyric poem, if they wished to, and they'd be right, or perhaps, a short Ode, celebrating mankind from one point to the next, which is really an ode/Lyric poem in essence anyhow; or an Elegy, a poetic lament for the dead or absent, in this case, the missing link between them and us, or Man's climb to whom he is. If indeed it was a

Rats Without A Roof: A Minnesota Poem and Three Poetic Epigrams
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I have been one of those folks that can pick up and move an irrevocable distance at a moment's notice; forgetting the trauma on the body, the problem is, now at 59-years old, I'm running on empty.

The Eight Greatest Engineering Feats of Mankind
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I tried to word this right, the title, for surely there are many Engineering feats, throughout history, the Roman walls in England, and the Greeks Acropolis, in Athens, and the legendary labyrinth, in Crete, and so on and so forth. But these are the ones I’ve seen, and feel are worthy to be called among the greatest of mankind. Some are ancient, some are contemporary, all are great, and until I see something better, this will remain written in stone in me, and I am not adding the space programs, or moon landing in this overview, or scenario. Man has accomplished a lot, with his blood and sweat. Perhaps too much blood and sweat went into these feats, but then, that is part of the human race is it not, to be and seek challenges. So here we go:

The Fable - of: Big-Chest (Epitaph: The Legend Behind: Mystery Hill - New Hampshire))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Big-chest had been dying for a few days, if not weeks now, it was not as he expected, that is, as he expected to have his final days, to die. He would have figured it might have been in a more valorous manner, or perhaps slaughtering a half dozen of the Stone-Builders, but to lay down in a bed, his heart barely pumping was kind of a let down, but he had learned, it was better in a way, he got to say

The Fable - of: Big-chest ((Ch: #12 "Giant Igloo" ((Disaster by the North Pole; Hudson Bay))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Crushed beneath a wall of ice that came up from the glacier beside the igloo: the igloo collapsed to about three feet of its previous eight-plus feet height to accommodate Big-chest, of which all eighteen-members were sleeping-thus it collapsed on all of them, minus Big-chest who was guarding the campsite; it was minus-39c, with winds of some 50-mph. They were in the middle of Hudson Bay: that is, Hudson Bay was a glacier, a mass of ice over six hundred feet thick. Single-tooth sensed the danger, and put out a squeak, but no one heard it excluding Big-chest, whom was outside, not in the igloo, and the massive stones of ice, ice that was blue as the sky: ice that was as old as time itself, condensed, and heavy-collapsed. The impending danger was not over, it was just beginning.

The Fable, of: Big-Chest (Ch: #13 "Mystery Hill" ((and the: Last Member: Qullunaag))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] As the group marched on south, the members kept close to one another, it was new territory, and the earth seemed to be erupting, shaking here and there, as if Mother Nature had a stomachache and for this and other reasons, Big-chest always seemed fearless-someone had to be strong; and in the process of the journey, they all became more dependent on him because of his strength, with a positive mind set, it was good though, for all of them, to have left the cozy campsite by the Atlantic, and for those to have left the great cliffs beyond the ocean; they had perhaps stayed too long at the campsite once arriving to land from Europe, everyone was getting on each others nerves, but it was a good rest; all moving closer to Big-chest day by day, and in a like manner, to one another. Even though Big-chest had his fears, it was not his nature to show them, and therefore, he was a valuable asset for and to the group; he kept his doubts, suspicions, and reservations, quiet inside his huge monstrous being, knowing they would serve no purpose.

The Fable, of: Big-Chest (Ch:#11 "Toma’s consort: Tattoo-woman"))Heading Towards Hudson Bay))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The hardy crew, the Assemblage as they are now known was now marching over the glaciers that lead to Hudson Bay, tracking on the smoothest ground they could find. Jaguar-eyes was a little concerned about Toma still, although, he tried not to show it: but memories of his father going crazy with demonic possession, haunted by the bad spirits, the evil ones, seemed strange they would follow him to possess Toma, but they did nonetheless (evidently sidetracking him, perhaps his constitutional makeup was too strong for the creatures); ‘yes,’ he told himself, this same character was infecting Toma that captured his father, that he knew someday he’d have to resist. He told Stern-toes this, and his brother Tundra, but not much could be said on the matter (Tundra already knowing his demise could be nearing, should he not get his mind back together, back in order, to a smooth way of thinking): all the same, he warned them all, all of the Assemblage, that he would most likely take this to a higher level of craziness, or plane—which was progressively happening to Toma anyhow, and that in most cases someone always gets hurt.

Tangor, Space Traveler - And The Voices (New Adventure #16)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I was hit by a radiation gun, its beam (or laser: you know the ones they call: shaft-laser guns ((or radiation beam firearm)) I have one, but the one I got hit with or by, was different then the common one used nowadays. Anyhow, I fell to the floor of my spacecraft, like vapor running off a stone. The window of the ship deflected some of the beam, I think that is why you are reading this, I didn't die, and thus, you have an account. I am 190-years old, as you should know. I left the planet 'Life,' a few years back; I remember that, not a whole lot more in-between then and now.

Iraqi Troop Pullout (2-21-2007)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I was a soldier for 11-years, in the US Army, a Vietnam Veteran now, and decorated. And here is what I see in Iraq. The UK is pulling out it troops, 1600 soon, and the rest 6000 or 7000, whatever is left by that time in 2008. They say their mission is over, complete, accomplished. We have nine countries in Iraq, called the collation, which really amounts to nothing in comparisons to 132,000-Americans. But that is how we fight wars. America supplies the money, the technology, and most of the bodies, it has been that way since WWI. The world knows it. NATO also knows it. And the enemy knows it. In this case, Iraq, Iran, Syria, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, and the rest of that part of the world that pretends to be America's friends. And maybe some really are I couldn't really tell you which ones, but perhaps there is one, but I'd say, like the Lord said to Sodom and Gomorra: show me, point him out, let me read his heart.

Dead Man's Door (The Great Unreal)) Macabre Poetry))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Cold eyed, she stood, blood burning, lurking at death with death at hand-unweaving, she watched in silence muffled, nerves dying, dim went his vision, then grief! (She thought: he might find peace!) Passion had bleached out long ago, while living!

Transformation (A True Story of a Spacecraft)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was back in 1963, or '64, when my brother and I were up by Rice School had left his presence for a spell, and went over by the small grocery store, when I returned, my brother was staring, looking up into the sky. He's about six foot one, I'm about five foot eight inches tall. I was at that time slim and muscular, my brother, somewhat, pleasingly plump. He said, "You know what I saw Lee?" And I said of course, "No, what?"

Punitive Damages Against Big Tobacco: A Mockery
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I stopped smoking 22-years ago. I started when I was 13 and ended up smoking three packs of cigarettes a day. Now I knew at 13 (and I'm 59 years old now), I knew then cigarettes were bad for me, so when I read a case like the one I read today "…$80 million punitive damages ruling against Philip Morris. The damages had been awarded in a suit brought by the family of an Oregon man who died from a smoking-related disease. Williams told her: 'Those darn cigarette people finally did it. They were lying all the time."' CNN (after 47-years of smoking). Now let's get serious.

Jose Luis...Maranda: Goofball to Goofball (Has Christ Returned?)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I'm not sure where I want to start with this article, I mean, it is one thing for this Jose Luis man to announce to the world, he is God, God, incarnate, like Jesus, and it is another thing for followers to follow him, and I can accept that, but for intelligent folks that are at CNN, it doesn't give me much hope, or better put, reliability in what kind of news they are after, to present this to the public. I mean, we are grownups reading your News CNN; not goofballs, like Jose Luis, trying to get you to write an article about him, to give to us to read. CNN's credibility of a serious news forecaster has diminished in my eyes. I would expect something like that from the scandal magazines you find in all the grocery stores, you know which ones, the ones that are so unbelievable; you buy them anyway to have a laugh. But when you read CNN, normally you don't read trash, nor have we?

Poetic Tender Riffs (Three Poems) "Angel...." & "Flyover" & "Rosa's Newspaper"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] As I sat under the sun, my coffee in hand, and eggs and steak nearby, at my favorite outdoor restaurant, in Lima, and the waitress (Sarah, brought my food, said "Mr. Siluk…" meaning stop whatever you are doing and let me put your food on the plate, that is what she was thinking, not saying, and what I was reading, eyes tell a lot. Her hands patiently hoping I'll finish my stanza quick so she doesn't have to hold the tray much longer. I have to always finish the sentence you know, or the stanza. My wife, Rosa, is under the big yellow umbrella, I sit under the sun - she likes the shade. Then after I eat, finish eating that is, back I go again to see if - whatever is needed gets it (2-18-2007):

The Fable of Big-chest (Chapter Ten) "... his weight would almost suffocate her..."
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It was coming to the end of the eighteenth month of their trip, at which time they had decided to stay within this area (forty-four months since they had left the Valley of the Caves). They started thinking about creating a big sled to carry their things over the glaciers that remained ahead of them. Also Little Bird-turtle kept up the language classes she was teaching, had started to teach that is, and all were communicating quite well now, if not by gestures, by words and sounds, and expressions: for in all, it was quite natural for her to teach: she was cleaver enough to pick up things from Stern-toes and Big-chest, and even the Eskimos, putting them together here and there, and added one language to

The Unpardonable Sin
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] What is the unpardonable sin, the sin that is so dark it has a black halo, and will not be allowed to enter light, once we are dead?

The Top Ten Most Unique Cities of the World
[Arts-and-Entertainment] 2—New York City (USA) I've been to NYC four times, it is to me, the city of bulk, took my breath away when I first saw it. And Battery Park, looking out into the bay, to the Statue of Liberty, is a humbling thing. Walking down 5th Ave, and through Central Park, onto Times Square, and down to the Empire State Building, is a unique experience. Manhattan: engulfs, and traps you. And I found it as safe, if not safer than Athens, Rome, or London.

Waiting for Autumn (A Poem on Minnesota)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis was born in Minnesota, and lives both in Minnesota, and Peru, but the best part of the year, and the best season in Minnesota, is Autumn for Dennis, always has been, was born in Autumn, and he loves the season, as you will see when you read this remarkable poem. Rosa

Old Josh, in: A Prayer for Old Josh (1905))Last Episode))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Old Josh died, just like that, simple, perhaps too simple. He was sick in bed, his body weak (the summer of 1905), he told his son, “I is sick, an’ I dont wants to live like dis, lits me die, I’m ready…” and he closed his eyes, went to sleep for three days, and when Jordan came to see how he was doing, on the first day of July, he was dead. Jordan called Silas from the barn, and Silas was mad, asked Jordan, “Wuy’s yu wait so long to tells me me pa’s dead? (angry with a tear in his eye).” Jordan looked up at Silas (leanng against the windowsill, near the bed, over looking, down upon his father’s frame, said calmly, “He only die five minutes ago…!” Then they had his funeral, and a few prayers were said, and I suppose a few harps in heaven were sounding :)

Old Josh, in: The Marsh Angel (1866)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Louise Montgomery, a thin tense light skinned black girl born and bred in Ozark, Alabama, down by the bluffs, in a shanty hut, by Goose Creek Wells, a location that has but several huts along the creek, she had sex appeal at a very young age, white and black blood mixed. She liked white folks who had money, older black folks who had influence and young black folks who had time and fancied her. She perhaps was ahead of her times.

Old Josh, in: Hightower's Death (Episode 26 Part I of II)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (1880) When Hank discovered his father’s death he was motionless, stood erect over his father's body which was on the bathroom floor, I should say, between the bedroom and the bedroom, it looked as if, as if he was trying to pull up his pants up, they were halfway up, when Hank found him, and seemingly, it looked like the old man had, or must had died from a stroke or heart attack, he leaned, Hank leaned, forward, for a moment, just a moment, his mind escaped his helpless body, like an eclipse (likened to the moon covering the sun for a moment, just a moment). He stood there for a time, it felt as if the morning was drawing on, moving forward without him, no expression found on his face, it was as if they (he and his father) were crossing the plantation fields, the four hundred square acres they owned, the Hightower family owned since the mid 1700s, and he said, "I reckon I better go and get help."

Western Europe Thought They Could Buy Their Way Out of Terror
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] ...think again, they are learning a hard lesson, what America learned in 2001, you don't appease them, and you eliminate them. If need be you fight terror with terror, or as the old saying goes, to beat the bully, you get a bigger bully. Israel has known this for a long, long time. They don't play around with the Arabs, or Islamic yoyos, they break them apart, even if the UN cries and stomps their feet (saying unfair) to stop hurting the mass murders such as Hamas, the PLO, and all of the secret Iranian groups in Iraq, and Syria, and the Lebanon missionaries. Europe will still have to learn the hard way, Paris and Madrid, and Germany and a few other hot spots for the Islamic Jihad, who know they will get a fair

Saint Darwin, the Monkey Man, and Kansas' Debate on Evolution
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] Charles Darwin's birth, who gained fame for his 1859 book "The Origin of Species" When I was a kid, and that was long ago, life was simple, there was no fighting in educational establishments over how man was created. Now we go on forever trying to prove one mans concept, or should I say, faith, or belief, since it has not been proven, which is none other than Saint Darwin, and his ever lasting theory of Evolution, why everyone is stuck on, which is beyond me. Kansas seems to be leading the fight for God or a Higher Power, being responsible for life (or was, and is no more). Whereas, the well educated folk can’t seem to adjust to such a simple faith called God Almighty, and select, the extreme, the bug-eyed monkey to be our long lost link, or God.

Old Josh (Three Episdoes: 23, 24 & 25) Mule-Ears... Skinn' Bessie &
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three Episodes of conversations, and sketches of Old Josh, as we are winding down with the series. Here you will get to know the old blackman, as if you are sitting on his porch. Rosa

Ramadan To Be Hanged: Good Work Boys!
[Business:Ethics] I’m not sure why, how and when the UN came up with a policy to not kill, killers, or to save killers, or to preserve them for posterity in prison cells, but it is a bad policy. And so thinks the Iraqi.

Too Many Kings in the World (Dedicated to: King Mugabe)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] King Robert Mugabe has more expressions in his face and arms than a dog has wiggling his tail. The old coot, I kind of like, if only he could stop acting like Castro, and settle down, and take off that overly proud look of his. He is king, and will remain so until he dies, and like Castro, many a folk are waiting to celebrate that day (I am not, simply because he cannot rule me, if he could, I WOULD

North Korea Blackmails America-As They Laugh All The Way To The Bank
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Call it what you want, but at the end of the tunnel, it is pure blackmail, and no true American can be proud of such a fate. Yes, I say fate, because what comes out of blackmail is more blackmail.

Old Josh, in: Camp-fire by Acorn Bluff (1869)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Josh, Jordan and Silas, are down at Acorn Bluff, fishing along side Goose Creek, with a small fire going on; it is about 7:00 PM)

Old Josh, in: Ole Grandpa Shep & Acorn Bluff (1899)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Josh and Silas laying back at Acorn Bluff, fishing out of Goose Creek that runs by the Bluff, and the many oak trees that have the hard fruit, just fishing and resting against a big tree, among the Acorns, Josh has his fishing stick stuck into the ground, Silas, sitting up a bit, waiting for Josh to tell his story.)

The Only Thing Worse Than Being Poor, Is Starving to Death (dedicated to Teun van de Keuken)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I was reading an article today called: "Dutchman: Jail me, I ate slave-made Ivory Coast chocolate" the article goes on to say "-- A Dutch journalist asked an Amsterdam court on Friday to convict him for eating chocolate, saying by doing so he was benefiting from child slavery on cocoa farms in Ivory Coast." The only thing worse than being poor, is starving to death.

Old Josh, in: The Brown Toad Race
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There was an Episode #19 that fell between series one and two. This is it. Series one being 18-episodes of "Old Josh (From Ozark, Alabama)) created in 2005 and 2006)) Series 2, "Old Josh... in: created 2007))

Old Josh, in: Old Rattlesnake's Ghost (1898)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Hank Jackson, Slave to Mr. Smiley (Charles T. Hightower's neighbor), purchased for work on the Smiley plantation in 1826, Hank, was called 'Old Rattlesnake' by Josh, as they were friends for many years, and he up and died some time in the 1870s); Hank never knew how old he was and was a young man when he was bought by the Smiley's; married Lucy, a slave already on the plantation.

Iran's Junkyard: Tehran
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Iran's supreme leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei vowed Thursday the Islamic republic would hit back at U.S. interests worldwide if attacked.

The Fable of: Big-Chest (Chapter #9) The Shaman
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Shaman (Chapter 9 of 12) Many things during these eighteen months were developing. Yes, I hate to say but I will, all the women accept Little Bird-turtle were with child again—even Half-bird—and Toma, for some odd reason got spiritual. Now with the nineteen-members of the Assemblage he started to preach, to share his insights. And in a short period of time he was, or probably could be considered and was measured for the most part in being the world’s first Shaman; yes, yes indeed, you might say, anyone in the group

Profile
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The whole elaborate business of living and our bodies and minds collapsing after time, is written, and memorized deep within us, there is time for everything it has been said, under the sun, but walking will not get it done, we must run with the wind to fill all the gaps in our soul and minds. Thus, a quick examination, a profile, if you please, is needed today, or so I feel, and now you got it.

Frankie Laine: Mostly Forgotten-Down Here on Earth
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Haiku for: Frankie Laine? Who was Frankie Laine? Let us simply say, he had his day Under the sun…! #1684 2-7-2007

Monday Poems (Four Poems: To Include: 'Minnesota's Winter Rose')
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are four poems, by Dennis Siluk, where he "stitched together" as he put it "-the inner and outer worlds-"; by what the author says, "we need only use our eyes, experience, and absorb the day..." Rosa Penaloza de Siluk

Mikhail Gorbachev: Happy Birthday (2007)
[Relationships] There are not a whole lot of heroes nowadays worth their salt; it seems the young folks want movie stars and sport players, whom maybe good at what they do, but do very little to contribute to a better world, or so I feel anyhow. Of the many men that have played a role in peace keeping, and making a difference in the world, few can match Mikhail Gorbachev. Perhaps the most worthy Russian President ever, he was the last Soviet Union president, since it perished in January of 1992. But it was he who brought the Iron Curtain down, broke the back of the Cold War. We can claim Ronald Reagan had something to do with that, but very little, he just asked the man across the Berlin wall, to tare it down. And willingly, he did but America tried for 40-years unsuccessfully.

Trout, of the Mantaro Valley (of Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I can’t imagine a conversation on or in, the Mantaro Valley without a spoken word of one of the main foods, the trout. Just mention any city in the Valley, while in any other city in Peru, and the word trout pops up; and for good reason, it is a main dish, and very desirous to say the least, as it can be prepared a half dozen different ways. The folks of the Valley are very much aware of their appetizing, yummy, mouth-watering, trout; proud may be the word, or even conceited in the sense they feel they have a treasure, having the trout. I’m originally from Minnesota, the land of 10,000-lakes, and we have many fish in them, and trout is among them, but when I’m in the Mantaro Valley, I am skeptical about mentioning we have good trout, in that, many things don’t bother the Wanka folks up there, but this may start a war, and thus, I pull away from that, and just say, ‘yaw, we’ve got trout, but this is of course, very special trout here in the Mantaro Valley (or Huancayo).’ I’m not actually lying, but, perhaps distorting the truth a bit; but no matter what, the trout is most delicious in the Valley.

The Devil's Ominous Haiku's (Taken from his Parlor and Sent Directly to You)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are poems from the Devil, and comments on if there really is a devil, and according to Dennis, they were sent directly to him?

Global Climate Change
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I just can't take it anymore, dump, silly, if not foolish, statements, by the so called high paid scientists giving us old news, when it is psychological drama that is needed. We got the official report from IPCC (the International folks), and Green Peace and a few others saying: "Global climate change is 'very likely' to have a human cause, an influential group of scientists has concluded."

Poems on Imaging and Imagery
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Poetry's Function (just a few words): I believe the nature of poetry, its function—for the most part, have attached meanings; in the physical world, it can be confusing, it is in fact about language, as it claims to be. For often it has no voice, theme or even recognizable form. We call this free Verse, which is the dominate form of Postmodernism; prior to this, we had of course, Modernism, where we reexamined what poetry is. The density of language and intensity of imaging-and imagery-

"Shapes...in Lima's Summer" & "Great Poems" with Comments
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In these two poems and comments, Dennis tries to deliver a message I think, he is trying to say, use all you have to put into the poem. If you travel, use it, if you play music, add it...look at what is around you, this is life, write about it. And if you can't find it, to write it, go looking for it. Rosa

Yessenia (A Wizard's Faithful Tale, Children of the Amuc) Chapters 2, 3 & 4
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is the conclusion to the Second part of the saga of Yessenia... as it involves a dramatic ending. As the fable goes, that has more truth to it than myth, Yessenia, was now the princess of the Eastern Kingdom, as the young king had taken her as a child, and raised her, now fifteen-years of age (the king in his mid 20s), he married her, and she gave him a son. Thus, she became Queen...

Yessenia (A Wizard's Faithful Tale))Children of the Amuc)) Chapter One of Four
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (Prologue) The origin of the name "Yessenia", can be linked to a variable of truths, we know the name to—perhaps to be—Spanish in origin, (but could also be Chinese); it's also spelled Jessena, with a meaning "Palm Tree"; yet still it can be linked to Arabic also: meaning: Flower. In this story, 'Yessenia' you are about to read, there is a Peruvian link, and it links to the Amuc (the small people), and its underworld metropolis (and the mother of Yessenia: Florencia, whom perhaps named her Yessenia for special reasons, such as, she knew her daughter would have to be strong as a tree, and soft, with fragrance, as a flower to survive in her time, and world). This is the second part, or sequel you could say to the famous, "Florencia" (saga) that takes place beyond the Andes in the Mantaro Valley of Peru. But not in antiquity, as Yessenia lived and her mother, but in modern times; so be ready to go back into the crust of the earth, the tunnels and mines of the Mantaro Valley, where a portion of the Andes surround it like a mother cuddling her child.

Portentous (Haiku) Poems (And Commentary On Reading Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Commentary on Reading Poetry (and poems). To really get into a well written poem you need to: 1) read slowly, give it your attention, like you do when you eat dinner 2) read it slowly again, with an open mind 3) read it again, a third time, normally this time, as you would read prose, it will now jump out at you 4) many poems are complex, and perhaps ambiguous, if they are too much for you, trash them (unless you want to suffer through them, then you are asking for pain, and may receive it, I thus, refer you to my Anger and Revenge poem above) 5) Know the poet you are reading, his history will help you understand why he is writing as he is, his mind perhaps will come clearer to yours. I can

The Fable Of Big-Chest (Chapter #8: Babies & Babies) And The Three Headed Dog-Beasts
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a very interesting chapter in the book of Big-chest, here you get to know Big-chest's prior character, if you have not read the first books "After Eve", and you get to know his wife, and you get to know the three headed beast. Rosa.

Verses in Haiku and Other Forms
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are some more poems in Haiku, a small comment, and a verse of a more modern type, in most of Dennis' poetry he stays close to earthly history, but also to spiritual and invisible things. Here we have poetry in Haiku form on Unishcoto Ruins, in Peru, on Minnesota, and old poets, along with an afternoon at the cafe. Rosa

The Fable of: Big-chest (Chapter #7: Tatoo-woman Spots land)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Chapter seven to the 12 chapter story of Big-chest, here Tatoo-woman spots land, and the narrative tells you little bit about her general makeup. Rosa

The Cockroach Haiku's-or Hokku-With Commentary
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a chain of Haiku poems by Dennis, about Cockroachs, most interesting. Rosa

The Old Camera-A Tribute To Old Times-A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Dedicated to Mike Rossert. Mike and I roamed St. Paul as kids, between 1956, perhaps to 1959; but we remained friends until I was perhaps 15-years old, then we both lost track of each other. He was perhaps my first real friend, I mean, one I spent any quality time with. We’d roam the banks of the Mississippi River, and wake up the bombs in the caves thereabouts. We run and explore the tunnels under the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota, that went from the Capitol to the Historical Society, and to other such places. And to the top of the hill where the museum used to be, and of course out to Como Park; we’d also run in and out of the elevators downtown, like clowns. I think he was more daring than I but it was—nonetheless, unforgettable times, times that are worth looking to back; thus, it is prudent I do believe, to let ones kids explore the wonders of youth, it is only around for a clap of an eye, than lost to oblivion, unless you can capture it, in a poem.

A Reminiscence of Keiko Fujimori [A Limerick]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Comments: The statement of being careful whom you select for president Keiko Fujimori said (which I remember her saying, watching TV, and was inspired by it; which is of great importance, and very much looked at in the United States) was during the runoffs of the election of 2006, for presidential candidates of Peru; but yet I think the statement is one everyone needs to examine, everywhere and every time they (or: one) go (s) to elect an official. So often, and so quickly one forgets who is paying

The Key to Alcoholism
[Food-and-Drink:Wine-Spirits] 26) To Die in the Dark Star (The Lost Drunk: the Key to Alcoholism) I, seeing none of my virtues in youth Set out to die—in the dark star…! I’d been drawn under years of drinking Desiring to give up, expecting to die. Yet I gave it all, and forgot it all, and Somehow stuck out my pale hand… Out of the lonely black star, and then Appeared, a fading light, and it pulled, And it pulled, and pulled and pulled: It was the hand of Jesus Christ!...

Two Poems: Old Mrs. Stanley & Mother Saw Death
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems from Dennis' youth, while living on Cayuga Street, also known as Donkeyland, in St. Paul, Minnesota, in the early 60s. One is about an old lady that lived next door, the other about his mother, as he remembers her last days in 2003. Rosa

The Fable of: Big-chest-Chapter #6 The Ice Sheet
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] The Continuing Saga of: 'After Eve,' Part Two, The fable of: Big Chest, chapter 6 of 12; here you find the group of folks on an Ice Sheet, in the Atlantic. Dennis was both in the Arctic and in the waters around Iceland, so he puts all his guts, and knowledge into this story, with some pre dawn history, which he likes, and a touch of archology, if not antropology, and makes for a good chapter. Chapter #7, has to do with 'Tattoo-woman Spots Land'. The first five chapters were introduced on Ezinearticles in July, of 2006; the story written out in March 2004 (almost three years now). But he never got back to smoothing out the chapters, he is now trying I sense. Rosa

Russian's Bellyache: A One Way Street (Star Wars)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] It’s a two way highway out there in the real world, yet Russia, I do believe, is still living in the old days, thinking it is a one way street. Let me explain.

Two Poems: "The Dull Old Drunk," and one More
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Sobriety is a way of life, and I can only say for those who have tasted the bitterness of the drink, I will tell you now, get out of hell’s grip, before it’s too late; I’m recovering, had I not started 22-years ago, I’d never had made it to fifty-eight years old had I continued drinking (I would have died back before my 40th birthday); Merry Christmas to you; and Happy Birthday Lord. This was written one day before Christmas, in St. Paul, Minnesota.

"Big Chest" Chapter Five: Quest for the West [The Continuing Saga of: 'After Eve,' Part Two]
[Writing-and-Speaking:Writing] Here is, believe it or not, Chapter Five of: "Big-chest..." Part II (A Fable of)[The Continuing Saga of: 'After Eve,' Part Two] It has been since July, 2006, sicne he wrote Chapter four out. He had Chapter five, as he has all the Chapters, but not quite written out. Now he has a few weeks in Lima, I hope he can get the rest out. Anyhow, you may want to go back and read the other four to remember what went one. For the most part, Big-chest had to leave his environment, and head North, and now he is with a bigger group on-you got to read it to find out. Rosa

Demons and Devils (Finger Jabbing)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: it seems we too often give the demons and the devils too much credit for the evil we do; for the finger jabbing that they don’t do, for the whispers in the ears they never made; yes we have to take a little responsibility for our venial sins, and not let the ghost world claim such influence over us. We have a nature that should get some of the credit, and it is often times habits, self-interest, pretense,

The Shameless Summer (Cayuga Street, St. Paul, MN 1960s)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The mud hole was not there the following year, but we must have gone to it a dozen times that summer. There is nothing like a little swimming pool, half mud or not, that can make the summer more interesting than normal, and it did. I think for Roger, it was a playground for him to seduce his new girlfriends, for me it was play, but then Roger was a number of years older than I, perhaps four or five. Mike, my brother was now fifteen, and I think drinking and a few other things was on his mind, and we did that there likewise, and a few joy rides there after. All in all, it was a brazen summer.

San Juan de Miraflores (Lima, Peru) In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In the heart of Lima, is Miraflores, a quiet and green park, further out, is San Juan de Miraflores, a more residential area. Here is a oem that talks about its grown. Rosa

Virgin of the Mercedes & A Dusty Day in Cajas (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Two Poems, one concerning Huancayo, Peru, the other Cajas, a small village in the Mantaro Valley of Peru.

Night Over Huancayo (A poem in Spanish and English) Dedicado a Elizabeth Zapata y Michael Cuttone))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem set by the Plaza de Arms, in the city of Huancayo, a city of 325,000 surrounded by the Andes in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, the most beautiful valley in all of Peru...

The Grand Sunday Fair & The Sighting of Mary (In English and Spanish) Poetry from Huancayo, Peru
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The Grand Market Fair is held every Sunday in Huancayo; it is perhaps a mile long with open tents, and with everything under the sun, a most cordial event.

Grandpa Of Cayuga Street-Dedicated To: Anton Siluk-A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Who was he? I kind of misplaced him when I was young, his rustic voice, and broken English comes back to me now and then (the old Russian Bear, my grandpa) remembering my brother and I, along with mother lived with him, we all lived together on Cayuga Street, in the late 50s early to mid 60s-

Part Two: The Hidden Diary of Bin Laden and God
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] Bin: "Not sure if I like it down here, it’s getting a little hairy…especially Bagdad." Muhammad: "Harry is a Midwestern term, an infidels way of saying, 'bad,' and we don’t use that word, ok Bin, I mean, I thought we saw eye to eye, I’m wondering?" Bin: "Sorry, old fellow, too much of that cave TV carp, you know, Americanism, it’s everywhere."

Faulkner, Faulkner! [A Short Sketch]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] It was only 21-months after his mother died, in October of 1960, at the ripe old age of 88, William Faulkner would die. Matter of fact, he finished his last book, "The Reivers" otherwise known as "The Thieves," (a witty book indeed), and it was published in June of 1962, he died one month later, in July of 1962 of a heart attack (born in 1897).

Winter's Night War (Iraq ii/1/2007)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Be Ugly, O night’s feet in soot! Upon the sands of this time to be! Be short, O winter’s night, drown us dead From all Hell’s chains of old! You are the times that’s been foretold, The time of sorrows and birth pains A time for rain and armies of the world;

The Hidden Diary of Bin Laden and God
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] Bin Laden died, and God stood in front of him, he said, "Allah, the most High," and Bin said, "Sir, it is I who has wished to serve you," and Allah said, "Oh, I thought you thought it was the other way around, sorry for the mistake, how the heck you been, from what I've seen you've been quite busy?" A little bashful, Bin said, "Doing your work God isn't easy you know," and God, "But it helps, I mean, I can’t do it all myself, now can I?" Bin thought about that for a moment, figured he'd leave that alone, it was a hard question (a loaded one perhaps), then commented in passing, "Is Mohammad around?"

Who was Ezra Pound?
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Like so many poets he was mentally ill, insane it has been said. Went to the mental hospital twice, once in 1946 to 1958, in Washington D. C., and once in Italy; where he died in 1972, at the ripe old age of 87, if I recall right (born 1885, October 30th).

Two Poems: Never to Return (Lost Children) & The Sot
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem and commentary on-what the author calls "Ugly Children" a different kind of insightful twist. Rosa

Cultures of the Viru Valley (of Peru)
[Travel-and-Leisure:Outdoors] A small area perhaps, with a big dent in the cultural field of Peru (a river valley leading out of the Andes to the Coast), perhaps dating back to 1050 BC, with several cultures coming out from the valley, or call them cultural shifts to AD 600, and beyond (I have spent some time in this area; as I have in most if not all, areas I write about).

On Poetry's Form
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] People get obsessed with structure, trying to choose the correct form you want to use in poetry; that others expect you to use; you must let go and blend one idea or event into the next, lest you lose the soul of it trying to fit it into something that never should have been.

Before Dawn in Bagdad (1/2007)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] It doesn’t seem anyone knows where we are going with the war in Iraq. So much is involved, it is hard to sort out the future, not only of the Middle East, but America and the world, we are all stuck here together you know. Saddam is no longer part of the equation, nor has been for awhile. Like in Vietnam, my war (kind of), we see chaos not only in socio-political circles over this divider of souls, but on the streets of Bagdad, with our Commanders and theirs, long-term, short-term. Perhaps...

Held Breath
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] God said one day, he whisper it, to be exact, in fear His voice would echo, and cause too many earthly disruptions, He said plainly and clearly, "There will be no more Free will."

The Lair (Poems 3, 4 & 5): Song of the Beast, Lies and Love & Bereaved
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three more poems, one on Love, one on Satan and one on dying.

Non-Virtue (A Sketch-1960)) Dedicated to Mike Siluk))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] "Hurry up, come here!" He said. My brother, Mike, was smoking in the backyard underneath some bushes afraid mother would see him, thus hiding somewhat, and he spotted me, or I him, I can't remember fully who got the first glance, but we were seeing eye to eye now, so I leaned down and got closer to those bushes, and sure enough it was Mike, smoking a cigarette, if I had any doubts before, I had none now.

A Remembrance of Sacred Light
[Self-Improvement:Spirituality] This is a story about an awakening. At the time I experience this happening, I thought it could be what my true calling might be. Also, what my next step in life was going to be. Maybe even a truer purpose for me on Earth.

New Poems: The Lair, Night Song, Time Berrier
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The author's most vivid if into disturbing poems in a longtime; readers of "The Lair," will see the unique and simple, if not genuine representation of life, and emotional tone in life, bittersweet, seep out: in it's harsh but brilliance in these new poems. "Poetry," as Dennis has said in the past (or one element of it) "…must hold no pretense within it, raw or not." In a way, these poems read as if, he was a ghost.

Three Poems: The White Winged Butterfly, Calicanto-Vita and...?
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The White Winged Butterfly She comes around this White Winged Butterfly- All day long: floats or flies on and within my air, In my garden, in this Peruvian city, unescorted: She has now, going on eight-weeks, done so-

The Central Railroad of Peru (A Poem with Commentary on Engineering Poetry)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Historically if we look back to what poetry was originally concerned with, it will be auditory and visual, and cultural-from religious rituals to other functions. We have the old English barb (or Greek barbs that went from city to city to perform their cultural and historical plays in poetic form) manuscripts in monasteries showing verse showing Pagan and Christian customs, traditions, war, as in the Norman conquest (1166 AD); and the French culture was the culture that influenced Anglo-Norman poetry. Actually, rhyme didn't appear in English poetry until this period.

Three Poems for the Gate Keeper / One for the Village Quilcas (Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Notes: The legend, the folks told me of, linked to this site that is, is as follows: whoever goes into these structures will soon die of an illness or disease. I found for myself, the spirits that guard this archaeological site were more concerned with folks distorting the site, and disrupting their quietness. I didn't get the feeling they wanted to curse anyone, perhaps that is mans choice. The site dates to about 700 AD.

Two Poems: The Wild Chicha & Godfather of the Hair
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: #1498 (11:43 PM). Godfather of the Hair; inspired by Alfonso, a cab driver in Huancayo, and his grandson; being an American, or half Peruvian, since I am Married to one, some of these Wanka traditions are unusual to me (as with the Godfather of the Hair), but it is not my intentions to make fun of them, but to have fun with some of them, as I learn and enjoy the culture and customs of Peru, and the Mantaro Valley in particular. The Wild Chica, written while in El Tambo, Huancayo, at the El Caserio Café (1556 ((12-3-06)); dedicated to Joseito Arrieta, and his son Rey Enrique, whom had breakfast with my wife and I, and provided me with the background of the drink, Chicha; although I've had it twice myself.

A Dusty Day in Cajas (Poetry of the Mantaro Vallley of Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] (11-30-06)) 1554 & 1557)) Dedicated to Mauro Rosales and Karina Rojas, who live in Cajas; for they took me on a Saturday morning and afternoon into its wonderous hillsides, in November of 2006; took me I say, treking the mountain side (Puna Mountain, as they called it); we explored the Inca Road and old Wanka prison cells, along with the geological landscape.

The Old Sheepherder (Cajas, Peru Mantaro Valley In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: The old sheepherders, the ones that are left in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, bring their own food and water usually with them as they go daily up the hillsides with their sheep, and other animals (in this case, Cajas, a city of less than 10,000-inhabidents). I kind of think their days are fading; moderation is filling up their bellies nowadays (in the Valley, and nearby towns, such as Huancayo); I feel fortunate to be able to be one of the witnesses (perhaps one of the last, and one of the few who is writing this period down) to an end of an era; or, this old way of life that is, simple as it is, nonetheless, its nature will be buried with me I since.

Tender Mother of Mercy - The Maya
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] "Tender Mother of Mercy" The animals watched and listened When the Maya appeared (1000 BC) In the jungles of the Southern Hemisphere: "I am I want And I will take…" Said the Maya to the earth. Fear took away peace And then came forth war (and battles) And death prevailed (it was a way of life- in the forest)) as it is today in the world)).

A Brief Overview Of The Historical Wanka - From The Mantaro Valley Of Peru
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] The Wanka culture is rich in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, and perhaps we could start any corner in the Valley and present a good history, and come out with the Kingdom of Wanka at the end, and provide a good history at that. So let's start right from the beginning, 10,000 BC, known as the Litico Period. Here we find Archeological sites called Callavallauri, and here we find nomads and hunters for the most part.

The Lady of Cao (Peru))An Ode))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: No: 1596 (1-4-2007): a most recent finding in Peru (that is, perhaps less than a year old) is the Mummified body of "La Dama de Cao, (The Lady of Cao)"; whom was really more than a lady, but a queen. As I have said often, and will again, Peru is the land of discover, perhaps the last of the main Ancient lands to have been only half discovered. It is the Egypt of South America you could say. I was in Trujillo, some three years ago, a northern costal region of Peru, where they have funny looking boats called Canotaje's. I don't know of any another land that bares so much fruit in Ancient discovers today, other than Peru.

Why Must We Die & Something for Nothing
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Philosophy] We got something for nothing, and we call it life, and somewhere along the line we didn't appreciate it, I do believe; perhaps now the cost is Death, it puts a value back onto life. There was a time I do believe, in our far past, when life as we see it today in the physical sense, was forever, our cells, and chromosomes did not cascade, and thus bring us to old age, and namely death. But death of course turned that around.

Hanged In Baghdad (a Poem Concerning the Death of Saddam Hussein)
[News-and-Society] Hanged In Baghdad Poem written thirty-minutes after Saddam Hussein was hanged in Baghdad, or approximately 10:30 PM, Lima, Peru time (Written in Huancayo, Peru); Baghdad time 6:30 AM. No: 1593 (12-29-2006)

War, Death and Hope (Three Obscure Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three of Dennis' December poems, one on the sound of war, one on the Wings of Death and one of obscure hope, all very interesting. Rosa

Balcony in Winter (Huancayo, Peru (Puno and Real))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In the Mantaro Valley, beyond the Andes of Peru, it is one continues fest you might say, but close to Christmas, it is more so, as I suppose is every place in the world. Here you have many children graduating from school, and many chocolates parties going on (of which I was invited to one a few days ago in the little city called Cajas, at the Independence School there), to celebrate Christ's Birthday. It is an endless celebration. The Cathedearl is lit up like a Christmas Tree, and the city is buzzing.

Christmas Message (Alter of Change)(In English and Spanish)
[Home-and-Family:Holidays] Christmas time, is a great season, and tradition for many, and of course the main thing, the birth of Chirst, but it can be, and has been, and will be again, a very lonely, and sad time for many, and so I write this poem for not only the cheerful crowd, but the not so cheerful crowd. Merry Christmas, to all my readers throughout the world!

A Night in Huancayo - A Short Story
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story takes place in the Andean city of Huancayo, it all happens in one night, two strangers meet, and they find out, they can help one another, the only problem is, one wants something, prizeless. Rosa

"The Shadow of Age" (A Poem on Aging)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Forgetfulness, drowsy
Are my days-?
(Not all, but many)
Heart, like a burning tower
Mind, a labyrinth of voices
I feel like I'm made of:
Rust and red-iron-.

Babylon in Prophecy: Road to Armageddon
[News-and-Society:Religion] Saddam tried to rebuild Ancient Babylon, before that he tried to rule the land with an iron hand. There are reasons for all this, just as there are reasons beyond the front-page news, why we are still there, Americans. Historically, and geographically, this is a strategic point in the world. The Euphrates River is about 150-miles from Babylon, and Iraq is becoming a important piece of the New World Order, puzzle to Armageddon. (You may want to reflect in the Bible (Isa. Ch. 13; Jer Chap 50 and Rev. Chap 18.) Hang on I will get to the point in a minute.

Indian Blanket (A Sketch in Life--1953 (Dedicated to Mike Siluk))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I was but a kid back in '53, my brother Mike, two years older than I, we seemed to get along better then, better than now that is. When we were both young we'd play in our backyard, up a ways was a long embankment, with rolling hills behind (I once put fire to that hill, but that is another story); anyhow, we'd lie on our Indian blankets by the house in the backyard, play cowboys and Indians, Mike had a Mohawk, daring he was, it was the last few summers I'm talking about, prior to our moving, we even built a tent out of those old Indian blankets, we were together nearly all the time back then. Then one day we up and moved, we just disappeared, grandpa, mom me Mike, we moved from Arch Street in St. Paul, Minnesota up a few miles, north that is, to Cayuga street; oh, perhaps two miles in-between, here and there.

Armageddon: Coming of the Last Battle
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] In most everything, one usually can look back after the fact, and say, "Yes I guess there were signs to the present disaster," thus, there is a chronological list of prophetic events to the Coming battle, we all call Armageddon, in the near-past it has been more legend and lore, in ones theological mind than reality, but I would be hard pressed to believe that now: it is true light for our everyday reality. We are at present entering that very era, and perhaps one-day someone will say, "I heard of that, isn't it myth?" Like Sodom and Gomorra.

Florencia's Outlook and The King's Death (Two Reviews) Part III
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (Florencia's Mind: opinion by the author) "When I was young," Florencia told her maid, prior to having the king killed, "my heart was beautiful and my emotions admirable, life was fun, perhaps an illusion, perhaps a male illusion, but fun nonetheless, before I knew better and I am-I can see in age ones importance subsides in the male world, in his illusive mind. Thus, given place to force us to do what we

[Elegy] "Adios Mr. Don Cipriano: Lima's Monkey Man" (In English & Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Don Cipriano Benites, his last name isn't needed, everyone in Lima knows him, I think perhaps in even beyond Lima, he died a few days ago, a sad day indeed. I wrote a book, called, "The Mumbler," and he was one of he characters in it. I gave him the book one day, and he was so happy.

"Divine Sunlight" (Two Poems: 'Scars and Wings,' & 'Old Jealousy')
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two new poems Dennis wrote during lunch at El Parquetito's, Cafe in Miraflores, Lima, Peru, while the sun was upon him. He seems to think at certain places, as in St. Paul, Minnesota, he has selected the Coffee House, in Har Mar Mall, it is not called that, but it is that. A poet needs a place that he feels comfortable in, and quiet. I often just leave him wherever for hours while he does his thing. These two poems, I kind of think they are somewhat divinely inspired, or as he called them, "Divine Sunlight," helps. Rosa

Palestine Human Shields, New War Teachings
[News-and-Society:Military] The war in Israel may never end with the PLO and the Jew, but Hamas keeps on surprising me when they come up with so many new ways to fight a war, and that is what the article is about. Dennis

Florencia: A Prose Poem Parts 5 thru 7
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Prologue: There are many kingdoms that have come and gone on earth, throughout written history, mostly documented, but there is only one kingdom, that has come, and has not gone, that has existed for eons, it is the Hidden Kingdom of the Amuc, which consist of actually four kingdoms, somewhat interconnected; but it is not on the surface of the earth, it is in the crust of the earth. I have talked to many people in the Andes, and villages, and minors, and old timers, they all believe in them, some have saw them, others were legends to live by. Some say they have blond hair, others say they have steel wings, and are a foot tall. I first head about them in 1999, when I first came to Peru, and went to the Andes, and then I came back every year since, nine times to Peru so far, and the year is still 2006, at least for another six weeks. Anyhow, I bought a house in Lima, and one in Huancayo, in the Mantaro Valley. And then I purchased an adobe hobby farm of sorts, in the Village of San Jeronimo de Tunan, and this is when it all started. I mean this is where my story actually originated. I don't expect anyone to believe me, but I shall nonetheless, give you the account that took place.

Florencia: A Prose Poem, Parts 1 thru 4 of Seven Parts
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Prologue: There are many kingdoms that have come and gone on earth, throughout written history, mostly documented, but there is only one kingdom, that has come, and has not gone, that has existed for eons, it is the Hidden Kingdom of the Amuc, which consist of actually four kingdoms, somewhat interconnected; but it is not on the surface of the earth, it is in the crust of the earth. I have talked to many people in the Andes, and villages, and minors, and old timers, they all believe in them, some have saw them, others were legends to live by. Some say they have blond hair, others say they have steel wings, and are a foot tall. I first head about them in 1999, when I first came to Peru, and went to the Andes, and then I came back every year since, nine times to Peru so far, and the year is still 2006, at least for another six weeks. Anyhow, I bought a house in Lima, and one in Huancayo, in the Mantaro Valley. And then I purchased an adobe hobby farm of sorts, in the Village of San Jeronimo de Tunan, and this is when it all started. I mean this is where my story actually originated. I don't expect anyone to believe me, but I shall nonetheless, give you the account that took place.

From Tehran to Damascus [The Fangs of Gods / a Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are kings in the lands I speak of, and their gods have hoofs and brutish brows, for they and they love there traitorous hours-with root steel teeth, and fed on blood, a hundred hands they cut off to get their way, and lead their nations down the road of nothingness-to Hell's pale grave.

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #7] "The Neanderthal Factor"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Git looked at the wild devil rats, his retreat was cut off, he felt a teeth like chill down his spine, as if they were fangs, 1000-rates now filled the little room and hallways of the great circle of stones, him being in one of the chambers; boldly he started to step over and around the rates, there was no escape, he knew that, should he run, he'd be dead, should he walk, they'd be inquisitive, and they were. Their stone red eyes followed every move he made, the horde swallowed up all the shadows that might have been.

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #4] "The Great Secret of Moiromma"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] King Morg had two reptilian-walruses guarding his cave palace entrance, he had summed the son of Tfarcevol (Tig) the Wise, Git, to his cave chambers to learn the "Great Secret of Moiromma," its beginning, which was hidden someplace in the icy underworld of Moiromma. The upper part of the cave system was a maze in itself, and no one of this generation had ever seen the icy underworld, and how to even get to it, and somewhere in that world was hidden 'The Books of the Beginning,' bound in skin, centuries old, if not millenniums.

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode 5] "Moiromma's Icy Underworld"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] At the end of the well, was a floating mass of Ice, 10,000-feet thick, 985-miles from one toping to the other, perhaps 400-miles north and south, the most inhospitable landscape in all of Moiromma. There ice-worms and arctic spiders, and were in abundance, and other creatures, much more than on the surface. There was a great food supply untapped here. Beyond the walls of the upper world, Git found himself a fortress of blue ice, eons old and condensed. A plateau desert of ice creatures; as he moved out onto its ice sheet, he new in this darkened crisis, concentration was absolute, lest he end up with frozen limps, no toes, and ears.

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #6 "]The Australopithecine Experiment"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] On top of the mountain, Git his eyes full of an ancient wonder, one perhaps only his father had seen. He was looking forward to the moment he'd find the vaults, and book, but the giant monument of stone, seeming over 20,000 tons of stone, heaped in a number of circles, with two entrances, he marveled at it. It was 250-feet in diameter, and seven feet tall, each right, it had many tombs on it, perhaps five hundred or more. In the center was a giant alter of sorts, like a grand tomb.

Circle of Refaim or the: Nephilim (Giants in English) "Who were the Giants of Old?"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] Circle of Refaim/or the: Nepilim (Giants in English) Who were Giants of Old? Built by the Giant King Og of Bashan/ 3200 BC; 37,000 Tons of Stones/159 Meters diamaeter; Outer Ring, seven feet high Location: Israel (Golan Heights) The Circle of Refaim is one of the last great scarcely known wonders of the ancient world atop Israel's Golan Heights (see: Josh, Chapter 4: JKV).

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #2 "] Morg the Hunter
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Morg, of Moiromma, was a great hunter in the cold lands of the planet, He was only beaten once in a fight also, and by non other than Kahg, who almost became king of the planet. Now gone somewhere in the universe, somewhere in the Black Galaxy it was said, perhaps the Gray Planet (the very one Siren had been stranded one.) He hunted the great Reptilian-walruses (whom weighed some 2000-pounds, and had tusks several feet long, they were captured and used, for the mud arena battles (similar to earth's gladiators days, one might point out, if they could make comparisons); in what was named by Tangor, Brutes Ville; in last of the town-let having no name. He was a loner and somewhat of mystery. His father being none other than ob, Tangor killed who fought with Kahg, for the kingship of Moiromma, and both, along with a loudmouth spectator. In any case, he held no grudges, and Yob was last here to have been on earth, thus, it was perhaps a day to have been killed for him, earth being more suitable, as far as living conditions went than Moiromma.

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #3] Morg and the Menacing Ghoul of Planet Moiromma
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Stretched faced, down in the dirt, hiding in a knot of brown grass and ice, the menacing ghoul, was looking for Morg, figuring he'd get him out the way, and do his dirty deeds in Brutes Villa, but Morg would not show his face, nor cold he run to the cold lands here his beasts perhaps could protect him, the Reptilian-Walruses. On the other hand he had contemplated warning the tribe, the Villa, of there were perhaps some 15,000 inhabitants; He as not fearful of many things, but perhaps only Siren, Tangor, Rognat and the Ghoul. And as far as a menacing ghoul, how does one fight one so was his way of thinking.

Mr. Castro: "So long…and good luck"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Today the world was told Fidel Castro has terminal cancer. I don't wish anyone bad luck not even him, and you can't get much worse luck than that, but I think the old dictator has had his share of good luck these past 45-years (plus), with the whores he brings through the backdoors of his palace, as I was told by the many folks who watched his palace when I was in Havana, watched them come and go (horde his money also). Perhaps they are liars, but it would seem they got no more to lose than gain by telling me a fib. Alas, he will not be returning back to power I would guess that may be a relief for the country he has put under his heal. In addition, he has won a few victories; he can talk about in the hereafter.

ICC (International Court): Under Satanic Influence
[Arts-and-Entertainment] ICC [The: International Criminal Court] is part of the demonic new world order; it is plain to see, and part of the UN connecting, EU dictator ship taking place in front of our eyes. It shows simply the Coming of the world dictator. They want to leave America vulnerable, unable to move, so their

The Brutes of Planet Moiromma
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Introduction: -I shall tell you how it all started; it was not as simply as I put it, in my concluding narration (at the end of this story, which was told to me first, and then the second version, 'The Story'), if you have a little more time that is, if not you can read the conclusion. I don't expect you to believe it all, it is one of those things you have to witness to fully believe and understand, I myself am a little skeptical. So bear in mind, this, and simply read a good story, from a friend of Tangor's and

The Port of Poseidonia: "An Inter-Limbo" [A Lost Chapter] XIX (Parts: 1,2,3, & 4)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second of three lost Chapters to "The Port of Poseidona," one of the four end chapters; the story is on Atlantis, after it sunk into the sea, where did it go? "The Tales of Poseidonia," have been long in the making. They were first written in 2004, two magazines picked them up, and then they were revised in 2006, with close to 12000-additional words added (on description, clarity and explanation)) the theme and plot remaining the same)). These are romantic, dramatic dark tales; with 21-eposodes (previous episodes)) and four new ones)) connecting to one another making it an intense story-all relating to one another, with one clear climatic ending; a stirring and deadly tale of the savage and restless underworld, in the time of Atlantis (9,600 BC). It is a thrilling adventure; the characters reap vengeance for the loss of souls, and loved ones (envy, lust and jealous plagues their world); an astonishing series that thousands have read only in part. In this fictionalized story, you will learn more about Atlantis, than in any ten books on the market.

The Port of Poseidonia: "Searching for Ais" [A Lost Episode] XVIII
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are 21-chapters to the story: The Port of Poseidonia, or its other name, "The Tales of Poseidonia," and here is one of the lost chapters. The story was originally written in July and August of 2004, eight chapters, and in 2005, 9 more, and now there are four more for 2006. On this Internet magazine, only two chapters are published, and chapter this chapter, 18, has never been seen by any readers, Chapter 18 "Searching for Ais"

The King's Dilemma [Night, the Manticore, Mt. Hades - in Hell]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis had started a series on Atlantis, in 2004, and it was published in two magazines, he left out some parts, discription mostly, and this is the 2nd part of them he left out. It is more of a sketch of the King of Atlantis' parting and being sent to hell. Atlantis was an interest to him for several years, when he went through his library, he found he had 11-books on Atlantis, and wrote what was called The Tales of Poseidonia. Revised in 2/2006, and now the seperated parts are going to be put back into the story, and book produced out of it sometime in 2007; he hopes. Rosa

The Grand Tower of Atlantis: In the Port City of Poseidonia
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Grand Tower of Atlantis: In the Port City of Poseidonia: there were many secrets in Atlantis in those day, in another tower room, behind the one the High Priest was slain in, the one he did not see, only the King-for the most part, knew about, a few demonic beings, and scribes, there were documents, ancient scrolls, maintained by his youthful scribes, and duplicated when need be, a library

A Letter on the Short Story vs. the Novelettes
[Writing-and-Speaking:Writing] Short stories are what I like, perhaps not the best though, do did I care all that much for long stories, each seem to have its issues with me: don't get me wrong, I read them, and if you seen me walking around, I may have a fat book.

A Letter on Art (Why I Like It)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I like art in many forms, I myself like to draw, have always liked to draw, and even took second place in St. Paul, Minnesota for a painting I drew in High School, in 1965, it was put in the museum, with other paints for sale. I sold it for $25 dollars, a large amount for me back in '65, equal I would

The Underworld of Planet SSARG (Part IV) Chapters 11 thru 15
[Arts-and-Entertainment] (The last chapters to the story 'The Underworld of Planet SSARG') Siren the Great was surprised at her control of the whole matter, as she witnessed the bear dying, madly gasping for breath. It rolled about in terrific speed, and agility, its muscles budging out, he was now on its back, the howls had stopped, and Siren knew this was the last moments for the bear, its life would be extinguished soon. At the same time, the villagers the little people all surrounded the back

The Underworld of Planet SSARG (Part IV) Chapters 5 thru 10
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The continuation of the short story: "The Underworld of SSARG" Chapters 5-10, many things happen in these chapters, as they go to the tunnels of the plalent.... Rosa

No Rules Barred - The Palestine Way
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I think Israel is the only one in the world that can play the same game, the Arabs play, and of course they don't like that. Let me explain. They yell to the world (the UN, or the USA, or the EU) of the (most recently: Gaza City war) unfairness of Israel, in attacking them, here and there.

The Underworld of Planet SSARG [Series; IV]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the continuing Saga of Siren the Great; she is back on SSARG, and headed for the underworld as soon as she takes care of business on the surface. A good Science-fiction story, chapters 1 thru 4, of which are I think 15. Rosa

Iran Insults Israel Again
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I've learned in life, the silence of someone does not mean they are sleeping, but often the opposite. I keep seeing and hearing, the President of Iran [President Ahmadinejad] boasting on how he'd like to destroy Israel. And should he get the chance I'm sure he'd put his country in danger in trying to do it, ignoring the widespread damage it would cause to his country. He promotes the satire of depicting

Meeting the Master of Macabre Poetry [C.A. Smith]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961), was close friends with the famous H.P. Lovecraft, who is best known for his horror, in particular short store horror, and especially, "The Dunwich Horror". He died at an early age of cancer; whereas, Mr. Smith lived on to pick up the slack. Smith, was pure poet for the most part, but got involved I do believe-unwillingly-with short stories to pay bills, and did ok in that genre with the magazines of his day of that genre. Smith wrote about 700 poems, in now what are considered classic books; horror, science-fiction fantasy, or mythos as they called them in his day. He does write startling tales of intrigue, incorporates violence behind most of his solidly packed themes. Some of his most chilling works I feel, and mysterious, are in his art work, paintings and clay figurines, if that is what you can call these little devils. And so in my poem, I simply plant a few reflecting images of his phantasmagoric worlds, in this case, the dead world into his realm once again; I don't think he'll mind. In addition to Smith's Lovecraft relationship George Sterling, the great poet from San Francisco, of images, tutored him.

Kerry vs. Statement of Arrogance
[News-and-Society:Politics] It never fails, when one person says something wrong, or I suppose, not too smart, as did Kerry recently with the statement he said he got wrong, read wrong, memorized wrong, and said wrong, now he blames this person and that person, we often reach out to blame whomever we can find, to distract ones responsibility. He said what he said, but he may not have meant what he said.

Dorland's Ghosts [Dedicated to: Clark A. Smith]
[Reference-and-Education:Paranormal] Here is a haunting poem, dedicated to one of Dennis' lively, and now dead poet's of the 20's to the 60s; inspired and dedicated to Clark A. Smith. Rosa

Poems from Afar Part Two (Borobudur, Sphinx, & Stonehenge)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three poems Dennis wrote while traveling to three different locations: two in 1999, and one in 1998. The three places are most interesting: two haunting, and one peaceful. They give a kind of mysterious chill, or ring to them. Rosa

Planet of Gray Dawn [A Saga of: "Siren the Great"] Part III to the Planet SSARG Chapters 11
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Of my wanderings I will briefly will tell, it was not like SSARG, or other planets, I roamed the hillside along ways, often hungry-beasts, savage as were kept on any planet, saw me, yet kept their distance, I think I had the smell of the Saneyhs still on my body, and surely in my cloths.

Planet of Gray Dawn [A Saga of: "Siren the Great"] Part III to the Planet SSARG Chapters 6
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The mid-noon sun, and the midnight sun came out daily, although it was out for less than a few hours each day, at each occurrence: so it was in this part of the planets position. The warmth of the sun this day seemed to help the twenty or so Jawbone creatures to find and encircle Siren; they woke Siren up from a relaxed sleep, now she was at full strength. Like a wild instinctive animal, Siren awoke and jumped up onto her feet to meet her foe; she had felt also, the heat from their beastly body's surrounding her, heavy bodies they were, now standing all around her, examining her like a Ginny pig, yet the creatures seemed more paranoid than hungry for her blood. And they seemed a little different than the ones she had meet a while ago, not as aggressive. Their ears were different also, and the noses, they only had holes for these facial items before this breed had small ears and a small ski-jump for a nose: all in all, the impression she got was they were in no rush to attack her, a higher order or a more peaceful order she concluded of these inhabitants. After penetrating their language system wither her mind, some readjustments for her translations to be, which her mother seemed to help her with, in the back vaults of her mind, for she had put them there for her to use in times like this, thus, with observation, and now able to communicated she found she was indeed taller than these six foot two creatures.

Planet of Gray Dawn [A Saga of: "Siren the Great"] Part III to the Planet SSARG Chapters 1
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [Location: the Black Galaxy, Planet Cirumia] I wound never have chosen to tell this story on my own, for I had already said enough on the exploits and adventures of "Siren the Great" of planet SSARG (a planet in the far off Black Galaxy), or her home planet of Moiromma, which borders Earth's solar system. Although if one were to check her journals out, you would discover she was born in the dark chambers of earths so called subterranean vaults of hell, and stranded in the gulf waters of Hades (another story unto itself, in the journals of 'The Cadaverous Planets'). As I was about to say, had she herself, not changed my mind to do so, I would not be writing this. What she would like to tell is her last encounter, or affair, however you may see it: lest somebody write a story untrue about it, thus, I by me telling it, she will be assured you get the facts straight.

Poems from Afar
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are a few poems which Dennis usually does not do, political in nature, but interesting, since he has views, and his opinions on such areas; he was in all the places mentioned, even at the White House. Rosa

Mixing Poetry with Prose
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In writing modern, or contemporary verse it is easy for anyone to make fun of, or point out what they feel is obscure to their eyes in poetry, as it can be in any writing I suppose, but verse seems to get its share of pro and con, in more than sufficiently amounts, normally attacked, mostly by those not all ...

Poets and Poems (Part XXV) Two Poems on Wanka Warrior (Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are two poems in English and Spanish on the Wanka warrior of the Mantaro Valley. Rosa

Our Last Conversation (The Unmentionable)) Poetic Dialogue))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new poem by Dennis dealing with last minute death. Rosa

Writing Prose vs. Poetry in Plays (and: The Fingers of Grammara)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A quick look at how Dennis sees prose vs. Poetry vs, Plays vs. Grammer; it is most interesting. Rosa

A Poetic-Story: Of don Fernando and the Devil [1690 AD]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is an old story put into Poetic form, from Lima for you, about a love of a woman for her husband and children, and what she did to save them from shame [1690 AD]

The Creek of Ranquite (The Acropolis of Haiti) Where was God
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This creek is in back, and along side of the village, it goes actually in-between Caphatian and the upper mountainous village, called Ranquite. That is where I stayed, but down the mountain, and some 40-miles thereof, is a citadel that sits on top of a hill, built in the early 18th century (1706), where now visitors to Haiti ride up to its acropolis, some 3000-feet to sit on its many iron cannon balls, that was meant to bombard ships that may come in, especially French ships whom would like to enslave the island.

President Alan Garcia (of Peru) [The Paralyse Frog]
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] In 2001, I saw Mr. Alan Garcia at one of the main hotels in Iquitos, Peru, my Peruvian wife and I were heading down the Amazon, stopped at the hotel, and there he was being rushed through the corridors, running for president for the second time. The first time, he was as we all know, a disaster for Peru, back in 1985, and he left the country for ten years, and came back begging his comrades to host him again for president. He put a lot of effort into it, and ten years, no wonder his wife looked so moody when they were running their campaign this last time. And we all know also, he only made it by the skin of his chin, that is to say: the public had to pick between the devil and his flag-waver, and so it is history, he became president on a technicality. But that is the past is it not.

The Lima Horror [A short Story of Starling intrigue]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Like twilight, creeping over the countryside, so the insidious truth was revealed-but should it have been? Some levelheaded person would say 'No! Murder is Murder!' Many said yes.

Poets & Poems (Part V)) 'The Grand Toad of Vitas Creek') In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: Going towards the Unishcoto Ruins, in the Mantaro Valley, the creek Vitas can be seen from the top looking down at the city of San Jeronimo de Tunán. It is most difficult to get to the ruins without a guide. It looks from the valley an easy task, but it is not, lest you go almost all the way around the mountain, the long way, and slowly upwards. In any case, Unishcoto Ruins, is the best preserved ruins in the valley, and worth the trip and effort, and so is the legend of the Grand Toad of Vitas Creek, you will most likely see it on the way up to the ruins. #1511 [10/17/2006] Dedicated and inspired by Betty Turin.

Amin's Barbarity [Genocidal Slaughter in Uganda/1970s] a Poem With Notes
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Idi Amin, Uganda's Ex President (now dead for some three years) and I imagine, thinking about all this in his abyss-cell. 10/22/2006 #1531. Idi Amin is responsible for the civilian slaughter of some 500,000-lives, that the United Nations did nothing about. In his last days he lived under the protection of the Koran, in Saudi Arabia, America's Great Friend, in the lap of luxury, having a Cadillac to drive around, and so forth and so on. I don't think he is practicing on his accordion where he is now though. He was illiterate, and could be charming, but utterly unscrupulous, and whatever goes with that.

Poets & Poems Part XV: Are the Dead, Dead? Two Poems and a Sonnet
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Are the Dead, Dead? Are not the dead, dead?
It is not strange to reach me
I am at present, reaching out of the dark
To see you (or out of the light)

The Youth of Peru (Confused or Torn?)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] Peru - a country with many rules mostly unenforced and a lot of rights, again mostly overlooked and unenforced when sought after. The youth of Peru are confused, if not down right torn between these dilemmas, adult behaviour (social comparison), and on what they should do. I've been asked the question by students from Radio Stations in Huancayo, to University Students at Saint Martin, in Lima. I think they want to do what is right, they need leadership, and they are influenced by adult actions, expectations, but what is right and wrong? A simple question, with many variables for them, I do believe. Let me give you an example:

Noisy City Surrounded by Hills - Huancayo, Peru
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a delightful little poem about my home town, Huancayo, Peru...Roas Huancayo, Peru, is a beautiful noisy little city in the Mantaro Valley, beyond the Andes. It likes its music, its parades, its many, many fiestas, and its weekly noisy market; not to mention but I will, the folks there like to use their car horns more than their blinkers, and every cab driver (Taxi) in town has its radio on (music louder than a normal conversation; so good luck in talking); as well as every restaurant, if not the radio on, than the T.V, if not the T.V., something is wrong, perhaps the electric is shut down for an hour of endurable silence.

Twitching - A Poem Relating To An Accident In Gray Clould Island, Minnesota, 1962
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a poem that brings out the movements of a person after an accident; Dennis had one back in 1962,and he tries in his poem to recover the moment. Rosa

Dilemma Inherent [Beauty in Literature]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We have much literature out there that gives a record of our world's spirit, the problems and the individuals that merge with the panorama of our sick societies. These writers of words I talk about,

Vineyards Along The Mosel [A Simple And Delightful Short Story: 1976]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He turned his dark green, four doors 1970-VW close to the side of the road, slowing down to an easy ten-miles per hour, looking for a place to park. He found it; vineyards were below him, the Mosel River below that, a castle to the far right of him on a hilltop.

Poets & PoemsPart X - Nothing (a Conversation with the Second-Self)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a morning interview with Dennis' second-self, so he calls it, a most interresting conversation. Rosa

The Lost Millennium - A Short Epic Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This is a short Epic poem on Sumer in particular, its roots you could say...I hope you enjoy it. Dennis

Blue Poetry
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are a number of poems here, two written two years ago, and a few this month, they are all alive and witty, I hope you enjoy them. Rosa

Poets & Poems Part VII - Crown of the Hill & The Demon in Poetry
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The poet seeks words when he should be seeking matter, more concerned with choiceness of the verse, phrase or stanza than clean compostion of the sentence; and the beauty that shoud be in the clauses. We need to weigh the matter and the worth of the subject (in the poem) more, and perhaps make better judgements as readers and poets-lest we go back to the ignorant stoneage.

Nine Neighborhood Poems: from Donkeyland [Poems out of Minnesota]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] When I was growing up, wherever one is, simple tings are remembered, when they get older, so it has been with me, and the voice of another, a neighbors house, sounds and images, one never things will arise, do.

Poets & Poems Part III - Where is Poetry Headed
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Commentary: "Where we've been! where we are going?" Poetry has many distinguished elements to it, perhaps one may call them beautiful changes, works that embraces many aspects of emotional experiences. Verse can be romantic and set the mood, hopefully marked by direct and orderly

Crystals and Triangles (Unveiled Aquarius)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Astrology] "He who knows histories: blessed be the kingdom's hornor forever:"

Poets & Poems: Three Biographical Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three poems by Dennis Siluk, whom was award the Grand Cross of the City, for his cultural poems on Peru on the 8th of October. Here he offers the reader a little deeper into his life, with poems concerning the day he was born, his last day in Vietnam, and he thoughts on Iraq.

Poets & Poems - Blessing of the Poem ((Reedited - 2-26-2008)(New Material Added))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There is nothing on earth that can equal the hard scraping profound labor and stirring of ones blood, and sense of sanctification that a good poem can offer. Here in this review you will experience a quick review of poets, and a nice overview of how the author feels on poetry per se.

Two Poems from Huancayo, Peru (from the book: "The Road to Unishcoto")
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here again we see the culture, beauty and customs of the region flourish in Dennis’ poetry; along with two commentaries on poetry. Rosa

Three Commentaries on Poetry (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Three Commentaries on Poetry: To understand some poetry, or poets, one must have experienced what the poet has—identical experiences; or you must be shaped like the poet—, the exceptions are from the old school of poetry—one shoe fits all (thus, understanding the theme, plot and insight of poetry becomes much easier); from the contemporary scene, you must have the same shoe size of the poet to understand where the poet is leading you, and in poetry the poet should have a destination for the reader—lest he doesn't care (and he should).

Poems for the Inauguration of the Statue: Virgin Mary (Concepcion, Peru) In English & Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a Four Part Poem for the Inauguration of the Statue: Virgin Mary, of the City, Concepcion (Peru); the event is to take place in December, 2006.

Sipan (of: Lambayeque) A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: Sipan, King or Lord, of Northern Peru (around: Chiclayo), in the Sipan Valley, or-also known as Lambayeque, lived around 200AD and ruled the valley for about 40-years. His tomb along with others were discovered in the late 80s; in 2006, I visited the site in March, it was most interesting, along with climbing the pyramids nearby. The spirits there are annoyed with the fact, that the tomb of the king, considered the richest archeological find of the 20th Century, has been dishonored (for all the original relics have been replaced with replicas (so they told me).

Four Deep Thoughts ("In a Quiet Fathomless Mist")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] With dolce malice from the black poised and tense above seeps down to earth? Breathe—; thus, only a few will make it.

The Pope has No Hair on His Tongue (9-15-2006)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] The Pope (Pope Benedict XVI) says what he has to say, that is what I call my kind of Pope, like it or not. If the truth hurts, so be it. As I wrote in my book some years back ("In Search of Satan's Rib") to know the mind of the Muslim, you got to know his God (or for anyone that might be wise), and the

Two Poems: Let It Rain & Youth's Short Duration
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: The author feels this period he is talking about, in his poem, “Youth’s Short Duration,” is but four years, between 12 to 16 years old, (take or give a year). It is a time he says, a time that will never come back, and will never be forgotten, even in old age.

The Messiah (a poem in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Advance notes: The Messiah original was published in the books, “On the Threshold of a Dream,” First Edition, 1988 (from the National Library of Poetry). The Messiah was also published in the book “Sirens” by the Dennis L. Siluk, 2004. And thus far has won two International awards (Editors’ Choice Award for 1988)) it was one of the 135-pome3s out of over 10,000 to be so honored.)) It graphic imagery must be felt, it is beyond description.

The Sighting of Mary (The Miracle at Sapallanga -1820s) In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Notes: Number 1459 (9/12/2006) On top of the mountain called, St. Christopher, near the town-let called Sapallanga, perhaps ten miles from Huancayo, Peru, in the Mantaro Valley, twenty-children in the early 1820s saw a vision of the Virgin Mary, the Mother of Christ; thus, since—once a year a festival is held in her honor and for that special happening.

Three Poems on a Wanka Warrior
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems to be put into the book, "The Road to Unishcoto," about a Wanka warrior. Rosa

The Great Wanka Warrior (An Epic Poem Revised/re-edited)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A Brief Look at the Wanka Warrior of the Mantaro Valley: The Chavin culture is the oldest of the great Peruvian civilizations; it flourished between 1800 and 300 BC, approximately two millennia before the Inca Empire; the jaguar being a symbol to the culture. The Inca was perhaps the most clever and imperialistic of all the cultures that appeared in Peru, but the Wankas from Huancayo were perhaps the toughest of all the warriors that emerged in Peru’s history: located at 3’260 m (of altitude) in the fertile valley of Rio Mantaro. The city of Huancayo (in a conventional tone, of this present day) is most famous for its Sunday markets, and two-2 km from Huancayo there is what is called Torre-Torre, red-colored geological formations due to erosion. In a new park of the city, Wanka statues of stone evoke the culture of the old Huanca civilization. The Wanka warrior lived between 800 and 1400 AD (Huanca: or Wanka) Waaka Michiq (or: Huanca Quechua: original). I have traveled all over the Mantaro Valley, and it is beyond description, its beauty, and spectacular views (vistas) from the top of nearby mountains. Theretofore, it was natural (as time progressed) for the Wanka to deal with their differences by talking, not always warring between themselves, which they did a lot of; thus, I repeat, what usually followed was the talking (since they were all neighbors anyhow): talking: meaning “Kawagley”, or singing, dancing, drumming, as they do today. The Wanka had a love for the earth (Quechua language, the word pacha is used to describe earth)) or allpa, which means ground or land; and Urqu Pacha, refers to the world of the dead.)) The Wanka Continued One must remember in the world of the Wanka, or in particular, the Andean world, nothing is finite. Life and death is like water, a necessity, and part of creation. Pachayachachi (to live on this earth, was a part of their philosophy), one must accept the normal process of life and death, lest he be haunted his whole life with bewilderment. WAR: I do not know of any specific word for War, in Quechua, or in the Wanka dictionary: the word: awqatinkuy, meaning to fight, is pretty close; or wañuchina kushunchu, which means to cause death. Taking this to a more personal level: the word “warrior” in, Yupiaq; thus, a warrior is called: a warrior’s name that is, is anguyagta. The Warrior used: bows, arrows, harpoons, and spears, slingshots, kayaks, and lived in villages. They had a community house to talk things out; and they often fought among themselves, as I had said earlier. They also played games, games of skill, things like that. There was perhaps a period of time when the Wanka tried psychologically—as well as spiritually—in an approach dealing with ways to do away with wars amongst themselves, or their own kind. Today they are dancing instead, as we see; thus, holding together the culture and language, its revitalization efforts, you could say. Waging War: The focus of this story is not so much about how one wages war, or its ability to wage war, but rather on the ability to look at war, to reflect the individual and the people’s actions (there is always a conglomerate of some sort involved; and many sides to the pains that go along with war)—in this case, using tools as weapons to kill each other; and we will see that it is more than a battle cry heard across a river, but a journey. As we see today in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, Harmony has replaced war. It should be noted; the Wanka Warrior was a striking and impressive looking individual, with a fierce expression and glaring teeth when in battle. The Wankas Today: are much like any other group of people in many ways, they have their problems such as: alcoholism, domestic violence and suicides at the community level; and self-governance with educational rights—thus, they continue to seek such at the institutional and political levels. There is no word for alcoholism in Quechua, no word for suicide, hence, it had to be invented for the 20th and 21st century (we can call it: hatun wasi or yatray wasi ((the learning house)).

The Devil’s Helper is at It Again (Annan: GS of the UN, 9-4-2006)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] When the devil negotiates, don’t expect a fair deal, this is my advice to Israel, and who is the devil, we all know him, but how about his helpers: Annan the GS of the UN is the man. He told a press...

Corona del Fraile (And Dennis' Recent TV and Radio Appearances)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Dennis' new poem, while in the Mantro Valley of Peru, and a review of his TV and Radio appearances. Rosa

Annan the UN's Big Fat Frog: Not One American Dime for Lebanon
[News-and-Society] Here we go agian, Annan is in the News, he gets my goat. Dennis

Los Loros (parrots) De Los Andes (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Photography] Dennis is in the process of finishing up the book called, "The Magic of the Avelinos," and was going to put this following poem in the book, but decided to it in is forthcoming book in 2007, "The House of Blue" (or: "La Casa de Azul"), so here it is for you to see for the first time on the internet. Rosa

SAN JERONIMO (An Introduction to the Saint: in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part of a book introduction, called "San Jeronimo," to whom Dennis' next book, "The Magic of the Avelinos," is dedicated to.

The Purple River (of the Mantaro Valley) & Anticuchos & Picarones
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Two poems that will be in his new book, forthcoming in November, "The Magic of the Avelinoes." “The Magic of the Avelinos” Dennis´ newest book to be out in November Present Note: September, 2006: This most recent book of Dennis´, “The Magic of the Avelinos of the Mantaro Valley” has recently been seen on Television with most favorable reviews by: Channels 21 (Elizabeth Zapata); 2 (Gustavo Benito and Walter Campos); 15 (Marco Antonio Ponce and Marlene Priale); along with Red Global (Rocio Abarca and Lily Unchupaico). To include, the University of Los Andes fine consideration (Adelmo Huamaní and Antonio Castillo); and the radio stations: 15-50 (Rodolfo Vergara), Sabor Mix (Joseito Arrieta), Super Latina (Junior Meza), whom showed a considerate interest and very sound evaluation of the book. The Mayor of San Jeronimo, Jesus Vargas, and the Huancayo Correo newspaper (Hector Mayhuire and Marissa Cardenas), also shared their find opinion for the book. Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk

Gods of the Mountains (Elegy and Tribute--for the Murders at Uchuraccay, Peru, 1983)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has taken out the Elegy and Tribute from his forth coming book, "The Magic of the Avelinos Of the Mantaro Valley," to be out in November or December, and share it with you. He has 26-poems and legends of the Mantaro Valley in it, and here is what Dennis calls "Gods of the Mountians," Rosa

Nine Poems on the Events in the Mantaro Valley of Peru (In Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are some new poems coming out from Peru...

The Avelinos (in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The feast of the Avelinos are going on now in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, five days, and Dennis had his first day of it. Rosa

Israel Half Victorious (An Opinion) (Part of WWIII))
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Here is a new political article on the ongoing war between Israel and the whole Middle East.

Legend of the Archangel of Tarma (A Poetic Fable)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new legend from Dennis, while in the Mantaro Valley, and Andes of Peru. Rosa

The Legend of Mummy Mountain & The Parrots of the Andes
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems from Dennis, not in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, in the Andes.

The Blue Valley, The Mighty Sore Foot & The Wankas of Arwaturo Ruins (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems while he was just in the Blue Valley, and here is how he saw it.

Early Breakfast in Huancayo (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We are in The Andes, and here is Dennis´ first poetry from the Andean City of Huancayo. Very soon to be in Spanish, also. Rosa

War Poems and Epigrams [In Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are some more war poems and epigrams in englisha and spanish. Rosa

Three Motif Poems: A Cage Without a Top
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three new poems by Dennis, just before goes to the Andes, and the jungles of Peru. Rosa

Cowards: Syria and Iran: While Lebanon Does the Dirty Work
[News-and-Society:Politics] The war continues in Lebanon, and so the resupplying by the little helpers across its boarders, Iran and Syria.

Planet of Gray Dawn (SSARG III: Chapters 11,12, and 13)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Continuation of the third book of SSARG and Siren on the Gray Planet. Dennis seems have found a planet in the Black Glaxy that has an atmosphere Siren's body can not adjust to too well, and she is having a few problems with it. She now is own her own in the wild. Rosa

Planet of Gray Dawn [SSARG III: Chapters Nine and Ten: The Different One & Losing Strength]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The SSARG and Siren Saga continues, she now has to make a decision if she wishes to have her life end in adventure, or stay safe in her village. Rosa

Old Josh in: Fraternizing with Nelly the Cow! [1873] Episode: #19 Part I and II
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [Advance] There was a cow over in the pastor next door to the Hightower's-Henry Jackson Birmingham and his wife Mahogany, bought the place in 1872, several months had passed, and Mahogany had met Old Josh, but has not said much to her husband about it, not much to say I would think. They bought the place from Thomas August Smiley, a white neighbor, the Birmingham's are Negroes, who had inherited some money, and got the place for a good price. Mahogany, has taken a liking for Silas' younger brother, Jordan as well as for the white neighbor Abernathy, opposite side of her farm, of the Hightower's; Jordan who works in the country story in town (Ozark, Alabama), and lives in the back of the store most of the time, when not helping his pa at the Hightower plantation, like Silas does, is now home for the weekend to help his pa. Ella Hightower, Mr. Charles T. Hightower's wife is kind of always in the background, but she is there nonetheless. Charles, also heavy with age, has had his heart trouble in the past.

Cuba: Democracy or Hypocrisy? Bush's Voice
[News-and-Society:Politics] For over forty years I have watched this scene between America and Cuba unfold, not sure what it is all about, nor does our president, but in the deep echoes of the well, it is Democracy mixed with Hypocrisy for sure, we want to force feed them. I've never quite understood Bush's view on this besides getting the Latin vote in Miami, I mean it is not really about region change, or Democracy is it? I've heard it is the second country left under Communism. It well may be, I've been in Cuba, and I've been in Cambodia, which is supposed to be the second country, and Cuba seems to have their share of freedom, I wasn't stopped in either country from wandering about.

The Legends of Laguna De Nahuinpuquio [For a Lost City in Peru]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There were two cities near Huancayo, that sunk deep into its lakes, long before my time, and legend says, the one that was near Chupaea, now resides in the lake of Nahuinpuquio. The other one, I already wrote about before, known as Laguna de Paca, which also has its legends. The Wanka culture [Huanca culture] lived in this area, an old culture perhaps dating back to near the time of Christ.

President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran [Vs Israel]: This is not a Ball Game!
[News-and-Society] President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, I heard before he was president of Iran was a good ballplayer, perhaps that was his calling; being president of a country in the 21st Century, is sure not his forte.

Israel and Lebanon: Fight to the Death
[News-and-Society] The war, or battles continue, and it seems the war Lebanon so desired, got it, now the desire is fading some, reality is kicking in, they got what they asked for and thought the world was going to come and save them again, not so. Dennis

Old Josh, in: Volcanic Times [1872] Episode: #18
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis seldom does a story,or episode on Old Josh, so I'm happy to see he has again, it's been awhile, and I like Old Josh, and his son Silas. This time Josh is in trouble again with a wild horse.

The Devil Dog-heads of Peru [Poem with Commentary] Now In Spanish & English
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There are many cultures in Peru, the Recuay is a mysterious one indeed, with pottery from devils, to Jaguars, to llamas. They date back to 400 BC, and seemed to have fadded into obscurity in around 800 AD. Dennis

Smart Israel, Back on Attack 7/31/2006]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The needs to end, when the war is won, not when the UN feels the terrorist group needs a rest. Dennis

Hazbollah's Qana Charade [7/30/2006]
[News-and-Society] More war, let's get it over with. Dennis

Two Poems: One More Day & She Grew Old
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Poems about Dennis' mother, Elsie Siluk, who died three years ago. Every year around July, he seems to write a few poems, it is when she passed on. Roas

The Meat Packer's Son [A Poetic Lament: in Prose]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poetic lament, or perhaps you can place it under an elegy, for I am addressing a certian person I suppse, like a sparrow, that is not there. Dennis

Logic for an Illogical War: Lebanon vs. Israel
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Thoughts on the on going war with Israel and Lebanon, by Dennis. Rosa

American's Going to Peru
[Travel-and-Leisure] Dennis is seeing more Amerians coming to Peru, and of course he is seeing the good part of it, and the bad. I do hope you see this in a positive light, I think he is trying to put it that way. Rosa

Kuelap's Spirit, Impenetrable Darkness [a poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem on Kuelap, a fortress in the North part of Peru, a most beautful area. Written during lunch and coffee at El Parquetito, in Lima, Peru by Dennis. Rosa

The House of Early Horizon [The Cultures of Ancient Peru; The House of Blue]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is poem on Peru's culture with a in depth commentary, very interesting, especilly for those wishing to go to peru.

The Recuay Culture of Peru: [400 BC-800 AD-Ancash, Region]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] Dennis was recently in Peru, and on a tour of sorts, in the Highlands, to several sites. He will be going in August to Huancayo, for the annual feast, in San Jeranimo. Rosa

Israel Uninvited by Rome to the War Tribunal
[News-and-Society] Here are some new thoughts on a growing and old subject: war between Israel and the rest of the world. Dennis

The Tiamat- and the Forest-Boughs
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short poem on one of Dennis' moreliked creatures, more liked by him, and other folks that like that science ficiton stuff, not me. Rosa

Two UN Staff Killed in Lebanon [by whom?]
[News-and-Society] More life is taken in the battle, there is not much more to say, I mean, the UN dead are no different to me than a Jew's death or a Lebanese death. Where your in a war zone, people die, like in Vietnam, what did they expect, a picnic. Don't shoot here, don't shoot there concept when out with Vietnam.

America in Prophecy: Jeremiah to Revelation [Crushed]
[News-and-Society:Religion] Will America survive in these harsh days ahead, or be judged and crushed? Read what Dennis thinks. Rosa

Russia and Israel: To the Death Marching
[News-and-Society] Will Russia and Israel fight it out? Dennis thinks so, read about it. Rosa

First Poem: Longfellow's Window (1959)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a nice little sketch on Dennis first poem he wrote, how and why, when and where he wrote it; some 1400-poems later, he still remembers the first. Rosa

Vacant Houses (Donkeyland-1959) and (Notre Dame-de Paris)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a great little sketch of Dennis when he was young, and his little adventures in to vacant houses, and once he found a little treasure. Rosa

King Toledo of Peru, vs El Perro (The Hero Dog) Poem and Commentary
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a wild poem on our President in Peru, President Toledo, who will be stepping down from his job in a few days. I think Dennis captured the spirit of the day in his poem and commentary.

Feet that Run towards Evil [War in Lebanon: Rice's Visit: 7/24/2006]
[News-and-Society:Politics] Feet that run towrds evil, find it, and I do believe Lebanon has found it, and Hezbollah; this I do believe is simply one of many wars that will be fought against Israel, days are coming to the end. Hamas, Egypt, and so on, and so forth. Here are a few paragraphs on my feelings on the whole thing. An opinion, and we all have them, don't we. Dennis

Our Hero: Deadly Syria
[News-and-Society:Politics] Syria knows how to play the game: cause the trouble, and come out smiling like the hero. Dennis

"Lonely Girl" (The Afterward: Rocking in Her Chair)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here Dennis puts an end to the story he started two and a half years ago called "Lonely Girl," by writing an Afterward, with a poem attached to it. It is a lovely Romance, and poem. The story takes place during WWII, and is, as far as I know, true, with a little (I suppose) creativeness added to it. Rosa

The Green Knight--Lurkng Beast of Prey [1184 AD: Angelina of Glostonbury]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new two part story of the series of Angelina, but this time, it is mostly the Green Knight's story, Angelina only comes into the picture at the end. Roas

Angelina--and the Ghost of Glastonbury [A.D. 1201] VI
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis had written the original story of "The Rape of Angelina of Glastonbury,' which won the heart of the Editor in an international magazine to call it: the best story of its kind in a decade. It was written about five years ago. Since then he wrote five linking parts to it, and here was the last part, VI, "...the Ghost of Glastonbury," a one chapter concluding story, but again, it seems to have acquired a life of its own, and Dennis has written out at the Cafe today, part VII, which you will be seeing soon, "the Green Knight--Lurking Beast of Prey" Rosa

Lonely Girl [Romancing in the '40s] Parts 3 & 4
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are the end two chapters, we are now in 1945, from 1941, how these years pass. Rosa

Lonely Girl [Romancing in the '40s] Parts 1 & 2
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is story, which was hard for Dennis to write, it goes back to the 40s and involves some travel and adventure; there is adventure in everones life, everyone has a story, don't we. Perhaps Dennis will write my story someday, but it wount be as interesting as his, but I'm glad I'm part of it. Rosa

An Ice Free World & Hymn to Darwin [a Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Two poems, both on nature. Dennis

A Poem Play [Spontaneity] & Poets with Disorders
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short poem, and a commentary on poets with disorders. Dennis

The USA's Supreme Court's Diluted Laws
[News-and-Society:Politics] Here is an article Dennis did a while ago on Abortion, and the Supreme Court. Rosa

How Grateful Should Israel be to Terrorists?
[News-and-Society:Politics] The world seems to be so much for giving the bad guys their rights; be it in war, or in prison. In Lima recently, a dog killed a robber, and they wanted to kill the dog. But the dog got its freedom, this is like what is happening between Israel and the Terrorist in Lebanon.

Last Night in Tokyo [Chapter 5 and 6]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part of the story "Last Night in Tokyo" from an affair in 1999. Rosa

Israel and Hezbollah at War (7/20/2006)
[News-and-Society] The war continues, and so does the boasting form Hezbollah, and so here are a few thoughts on the subject. Dennis

Last Night in Tokyo [A Harsh Romance--July 1999]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is four chapters of a short story Dennis wrote, out of six chapters to be put into the forth coming book, "An Affair out of Beijing," which will have a number of short stories and a two romances. Rosa

United Nations #60: Hezbollah, Annan's Puppy
[News-and-Society:Politics] Hezbollah, Annan's puppy wants the conflict to stop; not sure what for, since the mission has not been completed. Let's hope Israel wipes out Hezbollah first, then let's go to the peace table, we'll have something to offer. Dennis

Brussels Wants to Kill More Jews!!
[News-and-Society] Round two with the War going on with Israel, Brussels and Lebanon; how I see it. Dennis

Japan's Rage for Pyongyang
[News-and-Society] Dennis' view on the recent Pacifism with Japan over Pyongyang. Rosa

Israel, the World, and the Hounds of Damascus
[News-and-Society] Here is Dennis' opinion on the recent Israel and Lebanon cirsis. Rosa

Two Poems: Overbearing and A Few Hours More
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Two gifted poems by the Poet, Dennis Siluk, one on how he sees life as a sacrid gift, and dedicates to the great Chinese poets of the past, and present; and Overbearing, how he sees Islam today, and so dedicates it. Rosa

Three Summer Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three summer poems Dennis wrote at his usualy cafe he stops at, in Lima, Peru, El Parouetito, when in St. Paul, he has his cafe deli there also he wites most of his things. These poems are down to earth real life poems. Rosa

Who (Dennis Siluk's First Poem)(Put Back Into its Original Form - 2/2008)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] By the Author: "Here is the first poem I wrote, dating back to 1959. I discovered it after my mother had passed on, in 2003; I had seen it among some of my notes in 1980, other than that, I had not seen it since 1980 to 2003, some 23-years. My mother always read my poetry when it was simple and plain when I was young. It was back in 1959, I was eleven (11) years old, perhaps closer to twelve at the time. In this poem, it expresses I do believe my faith in God, Jesus Christ. It was written while I was living on Cayuga Street; I sitting on some stairs leading up to our attic bedroom, where my brother and I slept; we lived in an extended family, with my mother and Grandfather. Perhaps it was my escape from the tough neighborhood I was living in at the time. In 1958, we had moved from 109 East Arch Street, St. Paul, Minnesota, to this new neighborhood, at 186 Cayuga Street, St. Paul, Minnesota (perhaps a few miles away). My brother was perhaps fourteen at the time, or going on that age I suppose. So for the first time ever published, here is my first poem, out of 2300."

Old Man Jay [Poem: Written 1960/61; #8, Jr High School Days]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note by the author: "Perhaps this should remind me (rereading this old poem after letting it sit for 25-years, and writing it 45-years ago), that when we are kids, we are displaying our gifts, if only we could see them; here I've noticed a pattern of diminishing letters, and the psychological melt down; perhaps that is why I majored in psychology in college, and a minor in literature. We think we are doing strange things, when we are not, we are doing, or writing what is inside of us, what we feel is important. Control is a major power player in any part of human behavior; in the Army, or family, or place of employment. The Government, the word power never rises as high as control I do believe. Influence is based on leadership, but behind leadership is control, and behind that is power. This poem was written in l960/61, number #8, while attending my first years of Jr. High School, at Como Park, in St. Paul, Minnesota."

Mr Ground the, Hog (1960; #7) Written During my Jr High School Days
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note by the author: "Here again is a poem from my youth, another poem unpublished, and found tucked away in and among my many papers lying about, and for the jest, or better put humor of it, I have placed it in this collection (of six recently found poems, from my first years of Jr. Sir High School days, and two poem from my Sr. High School days). I'll publish them one by one, and most likely put them into a future book, but for now you can read them first. This one here, "Mr. Ground, the Hog (1960)," was written I do believe when I was twelve-year old ((12 years old)). This is poem number #7 of #1390 poems to date written.

Lord Canary: (Writtten while in Social Studies Class, Como Park, Jr.HS, 1962)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note by the author: "This poem was written in 1962, while I was attending Como Park, Jr. High School (St. Paul, Minnesota), Social Studies class, bored out of his mind, as was every other student. I wrote this poem, until now unpublished (and recently found among my old papers), as you most likely will agree, as it should be, was written with a teenagers hand. But for the fun of it, I have added it to this collection. This is perhaps one of my first twenty-poems (#17); written in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Movie Review: "Pirates of the Caribbean 2" - It's not a Treasure by Far
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Movies-TV] Here is a moive that is not worth its salt, so says Dennis. Rosa

Daniels Prophecy: Israel in the Twilight Zone (7/15/2006)
[News-and-Society] Israel always seems to get the back end of the so called welcoming world, perhaps that is why the Lord God has picked them out to suffer so much, against its bully type enemies, I do hope their surrounding countries keep their lights lit low. Dennis

Tangor and Siren in: "The Ramping Devil!" Episode: #14 ([Part I of II)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This two part story comes alive more in part two, but this part is needed to get the full picture of the situation at hand; Gwyin the demon is making his home, and has his own personal agenda, so it seems. Rosa

Tangor and Siren in: The Demon Fugitive (Episode: #15) Part II of II
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis is on a Tangor kick, and this one to me is one of his best, one of his most different also. He is in Space, and we have a demon force aboard. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination. Rosa

Big Chest [Chapter Four: Into the Arctic Winds]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is chapter four of the ongoing series of "Big-chest," which is the second book to "After Eve," or ongoing saga. Dennis has finished the book, some time ago, but has not reread it, which he is doing now, as you folks get the chapter stories, slowly. Rosa

Day Dylan: The Acker Street Bouncer (Episode #1: Trouble at Bram's)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new series by Dennis, not sure where it came from, or where it is going, but I do know, he used to get drunk at Bram's bar in the 1970s, so I'm sure some of this story must be true, he usually only tells me what he wants me to know, now exactly what I want to know.

Silver Shadows [Dedicated to Nora May French]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A Poem or Elegy, for Nora May French. Rosa

SSARG: III Planet of Gray Dawn [Saneyhs of Planet Cirumia, Chapter #8]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Siren is getting adjusted to her new environment. Rosa

Nature's Unrest [An Eight-Part Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a set of poetry, linked to: Nature's Unrest by Dennis. The eight part poem goes into the sun, the night, the poet, Satan, and power...as nature would have it. Rosa

SSARG: III Planet of Gray Dawn (The Camp and the Saneyhs Chapter #7)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here in Chapter seven, where Siren seems to have found some peace for a moment with the Leopard Tribe. Rosa

SSARG: III - Planet of Gray Dawn [Jawbone and Leopard Man Chapter #6]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is the third ongoing story of Siren, Called SSARG III, where she is on a planet in the Black Galaxy and is being survayed by a horde of primative humans. Rosa

A Brief Look at Science Fiction
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a brief look at what I see as Science Fiction. Dennis

Tangor, in: The Death Giver [In the Black Galaxy] #11
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is another story of Tangor, Space Traveler, he is in the Black Galaxy, and finds himself on a planet called 'Life' where there is no death, and the rest you will have to read. Rosa

Treasures of the Andes
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: I have been in the Andes twice, and will be in August for my third time; while sitting at the Cafe with my brother in law, and wife on the 7th of July 2006, I thought about the Andes, and it peacefulness. I asked him, Enrique: why he loved the Andes so much, since he lives right beyond them, and must go through them to get to Lima, actually, they surround his city I suppose you could say, Huancayo. What I gathered, besides a way of life, which is different than from the big city where he was raised, was love and peace. Here in the Andes and beyond, in the Mantaro Valley where Huancayo is, you are surrounded by this frame of mind, the Andes injects this into ones blood.

The Earth's Total Destruction [and War on Humanity]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is my view, bleak as it may be, you will find more truth in it than the newspapers. dlsiluk

"Dead Love, Dead Hearts, Dead City: Goodbye!" [a poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A poem of love, the real love one may get in a big city; many people will idenify with this; escape before it's too late. Dennis

A Romance in Augsburg [Chapter #14: 'The American Hotel, Minnesota Bound'] End Chapter
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the end chapter, and a sad one, but I'm glad it ended up that way. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Chapter #12: 'The Long Bath/The Party']
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Chapter #12, two more chapters after this. Chris is at a party, and so is Chick, and everyone is getting drunk, but before this there is a long bath involved. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Chapter #11: 'The Boyfriend']
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a very interesting story, and we are not on Chapter 11, the year is 1970, West Germany, and a romance is underway with may turns; right now, Dennis has got to meet the girls other boyfriend. Dennis

The Devil's in Town: Guantanamo Tribunals 7/7/06
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Dennis' 3rd new article on the affairs of the world, we now are dealing with Guantanamo. Rosa

The Wheels of War [Japan, North Korea, Vietnam and the USA]
[News-and-Society:Politics] Here we go with number #2, on War, and its political seams. Rosa

Three Headed Dragon: Russia, China and North Korea [Japan: the Gofer]
[News-and-Society:Politics] I do hope Dennis does not get too involved with the political isues of the day, but here we go with North Korea anyhow, how Dennis sees it, right or wrong, it is his view. Rosa

Poems of an Inner City [Minneapolis, Minnesota]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are several of Dennis' old poems, that were published in the newspapers in the early 1980s of the city. He used to walk arond the inner city, drunk and sit in the bars and write. You will see Dennis differently now. Rosa

Words From the Desert [Mecca's Grief] A Poem With Commentary
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] There is always a sting to truth, not sure why, perhaps we are so full of untruth we hunger for what is more controlling than what is the wil of God, since God does not push his weight around trying to contorl people, we do it; as do religions. And here we see Islam consumed with just that nature. Dennis

Lima's Devouring Winter Dew [a poem with Commentary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis loves Peru, but I think he doesn't care all tht much for the pale days winter offers in Lima. It is never really too cold, but Lima sits near the pacific, and it gets all this pale mist in winter, seeps throuhout the outerpart of the city. And so here is a good poem of how it works. Rosa

Planet of Gray Dawn [SSARG III: Chapter Five: "After the First Battle"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Chapter Five to this third story of Siren, and it is proving to be most interesting; she battles and she wins, for now. Rosa

Planet of Gray Dawn (SSARG III: Chapter Four: "Jawbone-Man")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapter Four is short, but I think it simply gets to the point, and Siren has now to face a foe, and she has to look at her strength, she is discovering, age has weakened her. Rosa

Aztec Baby and Scorpion Fetus
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are two poems Dennis wrote a while ago pertaining to a special date by the Aztecs. Rosa

Jane Fonda: Can we Change (A View)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] According to her book, she has changed some of her views on the Vitnam Vet, and Dennis points his views out on her.

Planet of Gray Dawn [SSARG III: Chapter Two and Three:"Anxious Restraint"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis was wroking on Chapter 8 & 9 today at the Cafe, it is coming along well, he has the ending, but I get the feeling it will be a while before I find it out. Here Dennis uses the 3rd and 1st person in telling the story. He wants Siren to be closer to his reader this time for some reason. She is getting a little older. I never know who old she was, but I think it comes out in chapter 8 or 9. She is alone on this planet, but some sounds come...Rosa

The Ill-omen of Istanbul [A Dramatic Macabre Mytho in Poetic form about Achilles' Arrow]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A new poem Dennis has been working on every day since June 25th, I hope you like it, it has to deal with his trip to Troy, in Asia Minor, in 1996. He has created a tale out of it, concerning a cult surrounding Achilles' arrow

Planet of Gray Dawn [SSARG III: "The Great Siren"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is he third Story dealing with Siren, who originally found her self on the Planet called, SSARG, and the second Story, involved her daugther, who went to SSARG, with her old friend, Tangor; now we have the third part of this story, where Siren is on a gray looking planet called, Cirumia. And we shall see where Dennis takes us with this tale; he has several chapters written, so this is: as you go stories. He did wrote several loose stories concerning Tangor and Rognat, both Space travelers, whom Siren gets involved with, but they were never put into the first original story, and briefly into the second, and we will see Tangor in the third, not sure about Regnot, bothy have had their affairs with Siren in the past. So here we go with the first Chapter. Dennis introduces you into the story. Rosa

Remembering: The Granite Man [Don Quinn]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I don't know a thing about this man, except Dennis told me a few days ago, he had met him, and I know Dennis likes Boxing, and Karate, and for some odd reason, his name came up, and he wrote what he remembered. One time we fley to Argentina to see a prize fight, my first, and I can see why he likes them, they take your breath away. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Continuation of Chapter #9 / Part II]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a large chapter, and normally Dennis does not make long chapters, but in this book he did, now reedited; there will be Part III to Chapter #9 also, then on to Chapter #10. Here he is talking to himself a lot, waiting for Chris to show up, and looking over his relationship with her. He has just found out he she has a daughter. There are fourteen chapters, all long except the last one. Rosa

The Fable of Big Chest ( Interlude: Phenomenon of the Ice Age, Chapter Three)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Chapter three to "The Fable of Big chest," the first story was of course "After Eve," which is now in book for, and can be purchased at any bookstore. This is the the ongoing story, of which there are severl chapters to it; not as long as the first story, but as interesting. Rosa

Blood-Crazed in St. Louis (Arizona Blue-Gunfighter))Episode: #26))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the forth Arizona Blue, Dennis has done in row, all seemingly related to one another, and the last three: 24, 25, 26, are considered one story in three parts, yet can be seperate, for they have there own story, or theme. Dennis has spent some time in St. Louis, so it seems proper for him to finally get to put one of his characters in his stories there. Rosa

Novalyne, the Feast is Over [Laredo Texas] Arizona Blue-Gunfighter [Episode: #25] Part Two
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are two parts to the story of Arizona Blue's Adventure into Mexico; Dennis himself has spenttime in both boarder towns, of Laredo, Texas, and New Laredo, Mexico. So this story is kind of special in that sense. And of course Dennis is a recovering drunk, has been for 22-years recovering, so again he has been down the roads he writes. So in most of his stories, you will always find Dennis, and this two part story is most interesting. Arizona has so many sides to him. Rosa

Poetry is Written for a Universal Audience
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a short article by Dennis on poetry, how he feels it is a world treasure. Rosa

The Suicidal Frame of: Robert E. Howard
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is an article by Dennis on Robert E. Howard, a writer he admires for his bulk of work he did in such a short time, and his poetry in particular. He looks at Howard's life, and why he thinks he committed suicde: a very interesting look at a great writer. Rosa

Roofless Hades: in Mexico [Arizona Blue-Gunfighter] Episode: #24
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Arizona Blue, now going on its 24 episode, originally the author had written two of them in 1990, and a few were published in a book a decade later. A most popular series, and now Dennis' 24th story, short and to the point. Arizona is out of the Civil War, and like many who come out of war, they wander around for awhile to figure out where they are going, and Mr. Blue is no different, and inbetween this figuring out, he gets into trouble in a boarder Mexican town. Rosa

The Old and Dying [A Poem in: In Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] One of the poems Dennis wrote at the Minnesota Coffeehouse, in Roseville, Minnesota, at the Har Mar Mall, B&N.

Mother's Bedroom [a poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Simple Dennis' poetry can be quite simply at times, and it seems the beeter for it; and in this simple poem, he seees what we all may see if we reflect, litte things, just simply little things that madeup a whole person somwhere down the road. Rosa

To an Old Dead Friend [From Donkeyland-USA]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis was brought up in a tough neighborhood in St. Paul, Minnesota, the cops called in, "Donkeyland," and here is one of the few poems he has written on that neighborhood; a new poem. Rosa

House Without Windows & O Little One (Two Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems, one written for a magazine in 2004,and chosen by the magazine at the time as one of the best poems written of its kind, in a long time. And one poem Dennis' first book, now 25-years old, written in 1980, and publised in 1981. Rosa

Rose-tinted Glasses [A Two-Part Poem]
[Health-and-Fitness:Eyes-Vision] Here are two poems with a commentary. The commentary is on 'Right and Wrong,' and the two poems interrlated with this theme. Rosa

Christian Living: A Letter on Christian Living (And Doctrine) by Request
[Self-Improvement:Spirituality] Here Dennis is answering a question one of his readers send; a letter sent. He mixes Doctrine with the way a Christian is expected to live, or how he feels it is meant to be. I think he does a good job in bringing out the best of everything he talks about; but then of course, I'm his wife. Rosa

Rawhide and Whale Bone (Arizona Blue-Gunfighter-1867) 23rd Episode
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the 23rd Episode of Arizona Blue, a popular series it has been for Dennis, and this one, short as it is, is one of his best I think. He is in a bar in Dodge City, the year is 1867, and if you have read the other stories of Blue, you will kind of know where he is coming from. Anyhow, here he is, and a fast gunfighter he is, but this time his gun will have to be used a different way. Rosa

The World Under Satanic Influence
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Dennis' forth article on "End Time Events now in the Making," he had done two previously to this a few weeks ago, but these four seem to belong to one another, they all seem to point to a troubled time nearby, before the year 2016, which Dennis throws out as a meeting point for mankind to be seperated from one side of the fence to the other. Yet he realizes no dates are good because there are none in the Bible, only events to go by until the actual time of the Tribulation. Rosa

The Butterfly Urn [a poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem about ashes in a urn, first time I ever heard of a poem like this, but when I read it I liked it, and the comentary was perfect, it answers some questions you may be thinking. Rosa [June 2006] Dennis was number #1 Poet (out of 131), and number #1 author for Arts and Entertainment (out of 704), for an international magazine, Ezinearticles [Annual Readership: 12-million]. He presently lives in Peru, and Minnesota, with his wife Rosa. This is his 34th Book; he has a worldwide audience.

Prize Ribbon: Hoghood [Neighbors]; A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A new poem by Dennis, provoked by all the bad neighbors we've been getting these past six-years I do believe. Rosa [June 2006] Dennis was number #1 Poet (out of 131), and number #1 author for Arts and Entertainment (out of 704), for an international magazine, Ezinearticles [Annual Readership: 12-million]. He presently lives in Peru, and Minnesota, with his wife Rosa. This is his 34th Book; he has a worldwide audience.

Egypt (Africa) and Israel: in the Last Days
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here Dennis puts together some end time events with Egypt and Isreal involved, and uses several prophets to make his point.

The Last Days according to Prophet Habakkuk [Dedicated to: FEMI TEMILOLA of: OYO STATE, NIGERIA]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is another article on the lat days of earth, dedicated to Femi, whom wrote Dennis wanting some information. This time we see the Prophet Habakkuk, and some of the things he saw, one being the Anticrist and all his monkey business he is trying to set up around the world. Rosa

Nebuchadnezzar and the Antichrist [Dedicated to: FEMI TEMILOLA of: OYO STATE, NIGERIA]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis here answers a question from Femi, and dedicates the short sketch to her on the Antichrist. Rosa

The Manticore of Sumer [Attack by the Man-Eater: Part II] Chapter#10: Wooing of the Beast of Ill
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the final chapter to Part II, of The Manticore of Sumer, Perhaps the final chapter to the whole story, I'm not sure, it is all Dennis read to me, so here it is. You get one last glimpse at theManticore. [June 2006] Dennis was number #1 Poet (out of 131), and number #1 author for Arts and Entertainment (out of 704), for an international magazine, Ezinearticles [Annual Readership: 12-million]. He presently lives in Peru, and Minnesota, with his wife Rosa. This is his 34th Book; he has a worldwide audience. Dennis’ works comprise over 2050-short stories, novels, articles and novels.

The Manticore of Sumer [Attack by the Man-Eater: Part II] Chapter#9: The Dark Has Voices
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this Chapter you get to find out what happened to Jack with the Manticore, does he survive or not. [June 2006] Dennis was number #1 Poet (out of 131), and number #1 author for Arts and Entertainment (out of 704), for an international magazine, Ezinearticles [Annual Readership: 12-million]. He presently lives in Peru, and Minnesota, with his wife Rosa. This is his 34th Book; he has a worldwide audience. Dennis’ works comprise over 2050-short stories, novels, articles and novels.

The Manticore of Sumer [Attack by the Man-Eater: Part II] Chapter #8 The Dead Attack Fast
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here the attack comes from the Manticore, and you get a glimpse of her in a different view, she has two sides. Dennis just read it to me, and I liked it verymuch. Rosa [June 2006] Dennis was number #1 Poet (out of 131), and number #1 author for Arts and Entertainment (out of 704), for an international magazine, Ezinearticles [Annual Readership: 12-million]. He presently lives in Peru, and Minnesota, with his wife Rosa. This is his 34th Book; he has a worldwide audience. Dennis’ works comprise over 2050-short stories, novels, articles and novels.

The Manticore of Sumer [Attact of the Soul Beast: Part II] Chapter Seven: San Jeronimo Creek
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [2006, summer] When I started to walk down to the car, the Huancayo sun was shinning brightly, and the air was full of happiness of mid-winter in this mountainous country just beyond the Andes. I was about to depart, Enrique Herrera's wife, Mini (my future brother-in-law's house where I was staying) came down tucking in her blouse, to his automobile and, after giving me a bear hug and wishing me well on my journey back to Lima, said to her husband, Enrique, still holding the steering wheel-tightly gripped- as she held the door open, said to her husband:

The Manticore of Sumer [The Second Soul of Queen Shub-ad] Chapters 5 & 6: The Killings [reedited]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] For myself, I was like in a trance, when I heard what she had done what she done, saw what she down in a vision, as Manual sucked her thoughts out, and I his. Whom was this new radiant being, soul of a lost queen, existence out of a mist, a spirit out of a dark corner of a hollow tablet. She had taken the wings of her soul and few from Peru, where my father was in Huancayo, to Lima, where I had lived, and like a whale, or spanning tuna, she found her way back home, to her ancient land of Sumer,

The Manticore of Sumer [The Second Soul of Queen Shub-ad] Chapters: 1-4; reedited
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: The clay tablet of Sumer was made under the third dynasty of Ur, during a time of Mesopotamian bureaucracy and record keeping. Ur was a city-state of Sumer, and a sumerologist had found among its ruins several hundred such clay tablets. The tablets in question reflected the careful and detailed administration of diverse functions in the kingdom, especially the sacrifices, and this particular one about a treasure hidden in a canal at Ur. Clearly the cuneiform script told of the exact location. It was a small neat script, but an outstanding specimen of cuneiform calligraphy thought the good professor who found it (from Troy University); it was often the scribes job to take several small ones and combine them into an individual account, but this one was a single one, larger than the others, yet small for a big hand; it didn't have to cover a whole years harvest as many did only a tressure. And this is where the story begins:

The Cake Poem [with commentary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a short simple poem about a moment Dennis grabbed while waiting for his coffee in a Deli, and wrote the poem on a napkin; when I came back he read the poem to me, and watched the two boys outside looking in at the cakes in the window, and so a cute little poem was created. Rosa

War Poems on Iraqi [America at War]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three war poems on the Iraqi war, all three seemingly profound in their own way. One on future time, two on present time, and a thoughtful commentary on America at war. Rosa

Before the Dawn in Beijing [a poem: and love affair]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In Writing the story of "An Affair in Beijing," original Title "Stockbridge Romance," I had added an old poem I had done in 1997, when I was actually living this affair; and it seemed only proper to write a new poem for this future book. And so I came up with this poem, and in doing so, I will perhaps change the name of the story to the name of the poem, somewhere along the line. The poem gives abief look at an affair; as all poetry does, it takes out all the fat from a book and gives just its remain bones; and this is what you get; other wise you got to read 12,000-works. Dennis

The Color of War [Iraqi: war poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is an unusual war poem Dennis has written today, on the Iraqi war. He said after following it for four years, "…it is getting old; yet it sells papers doesn't it?" He was for the war when it was a war, so he told me, but now it is not, it is more a police action, he explains to me, and feels perhaps we have overstayed our welcome. "And what are the motivating factors now?" he asks. He adds, "When we get into questioning the motives, after a war, when they are not clear, it is perhaps time to leave…" Dennis being a Vietnam Vetern knows a little bit about how it all works; and here in this poem, he paints his picture of war, the Iraqi war, and how he sees the colors of war through color crayons.

The Keeper of the Dungeon [Opiel: The Gatekeeper] A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem that has a haunting theme, for those who like these demonic, ghostly stories, this is a good one. Rosa

An Affair in Beijing [Final Chapters: Nantucket]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are the last two chapers of the story, and an Afterward. Rosa

An Affair in Beijing [Chapter Fourteen: New York City Bound]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story now is in New York City, about and on its way to Stockbridge. Rosa

The Red House of Stockbridge [A Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] To be included in a forth coming book by the author who visited Stockbridge in l997. Rosa

An Affair in Beijing [Chapter Thirteen: New York City Bound]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] An Affair in Beijing [Ref: Stockbride romance]
[Sketches of a Romance in the '90s] We are now in New York city with this romance of sorts. Sandy is standing waiting for Christopher Wright to get off the plane, and they head onto Battery Park thereafter. Rosa

An Affair in Beijing [Chapter Twelve: Messages from Stockbridge]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] An Affair in Beijing [Ref: Stockbridge Romance]
[Sketches of a Romance in the '90s] Based on a true account. Here the author brings Sandy's psycholgoy out to a better view, actually, Dennis does this very carefully in the last three chapters, to prepare the reader I think for what my happen when he gets to Stockbridge and Nantucket. It is interesting how he does this. The other thing that is of interest to me, is how meetng a person can bring about four months of a person time spent in aodd direction. As Dennis says to me, "One must go through a process of elimination to find the right person." Rosa

An Affair in Beijing [Chapater Eleven: An Impending Illness]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] An Affair in Beijing [Stockbridge Romance]
[Sketches of a Romance in the '90s] based on a true account, Dennis goes from China, to the Midwest, and will soon shift to the East, Stockbridge, MA, and down to Nantucket, where this affair in Beijing, takes him. Rosa

Old Josh: and the Yellow Negro, 1856
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short sketch on Old Josh, I love these short stories of Josh, and now heis in New Orleans, where he was originally with his mother when Josh was young, and found wandering alone,and was picked up by the Hightower family. Josh gets a little sick here. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Ten: Mpls, Volunteers of America]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Many things were happening back then, not only the trip to China was he trying to work out, but his work at the VOA, and his houses a real estate business he was about to start. And this was also the time he got very ill; and the company he worked for tried to get rid of him. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Nine: Xmas Box: 1996]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Stockbridge Romance (or: A Summer Palace Romance), the plane has landed in St. Paul, Minnesota, and you get a brief glimpse now at a Minnesota winter, and Dennis' plans for going to Nantucket, and Stockbridge. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Eight: Across the Waters]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has several more chapters to this story, some written out, others yet to be written. One correction needs to be made that will not be corrected on the internet, is that the Princess Palace, is really the Summer Palace, and the second title for the book, "A Summer Palace Romance," may be used for a the title in a futre book. But for the ongoing chapters he will leave the story as is; since he is writing it as we go along here. Rosa

Musad al-Zarqawi: A Poetic Epitaph
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Enjoy, one more piece of mud, back where it belongs. Dls

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Seven: The Subway Tram in Beijing]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story takes one into a light hearted adventure around the city of Beijing, by way fo the Subway, and it is just like Dennis to pick out the thing no one else wants to do. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Six: Marble Boat and Gloria and Frank]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I have met Gloria and Frank myself, Frank is now passed on, but Gloria is still well, and quite a grand woman, Dennis and her never have lost contact, this will be a nice chapter for her to read someday. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Five: The Princess Palace]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has said a number of times the Princess Palace was most beautiful when he visited it in 1996, I didn't know him then, and glad of it, but it seems he had a grand time on this voyage. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Four: Love Making and Breakfast]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The romance continues in China, they are about to make live, and then have breakfast, and then catch the bus for more adventures. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance [Chapter Three: The Bed]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The romance is progressing as all relationships normally do, one way or the other, this one is headed toward the bedroom. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance (Chapter Two: The Dance Floor)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we are in China, a romance is developing betweeen Sandy and Christoper. If I find anything interesting, it is how people meet, and then what develops out of that meetng. Sometimes not a thing, and sometimes everything. Here you see the progression of a romance in the makings. Rosa

Stockbridge Romance (Chapter One: The Great Wall)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a romantic story that took place in l996, it started in China, and went onto New York, and to Stockbridge,MA and to Nantuckit Island.

Seven Cosmic Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are eight poems Dennis has done, and some were added to short stories, and on going sagas of his, and the last two are new. Rosa

Huge Horse [1960] (Grandpa's House Series)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a real heartfilled story, about an adventure Dennis had when he was young, him and a huge horse, and perhaps something he is learning in his old age, he is not young anymore. Rosa

A Rocky Ride for Peru [One man's opinion]
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] Here is just one man's vivid opinion, not holding back anything, how he sees the last few Presidents of Peru, and our new pesident to be (AND guess who he feels would be a good president, read it and find out); Dennis loves Peru, and it is often hard for him to see all the bad politics, and all the folks in politcs robbing the poor, when Peru can be the greatest country in all of South America. While in Peru, he never buys anything that says: "Made in America," or "Made in Chile," or "Made in China," he buys Peruvian. He has written three books on Peru, poetic verse. And now is his view on politics, I suppose it is fair that he writes this now. I had told him not to a number of times, and he has not, but how can you hld your feelings in, they come out sideways, so he says. So here is his view. Rosa

And Then Came August [A short Story of a Father and a Son]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a light hearted story of growing up, done in a nice style; Dennis seems to get to the main points in this story with out any trouble. Very well done. It is about a father and his son. One that could be similar to many in America, if not other countries. Here the story takes you to Dieburg, West Germany, Colombus, Ohio, Bosnia, and St. Paul, Minnesota. Rosa

"The Birth of Hell," & "Midnight Moon's Harp" [Poetic Prose]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis Wrote three Poetic Prose poems on 6/6/2006, I call themt he God Poems: here are the other two he wrote, "Mindnight Moon's Harp" about the moon, and "The Birth of Hell," as it says, is how it is. And of coure the third "Orion's Orchard," he was busy yesterday, and today. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Chapters: 9 & 10: Her Body, Smooth as Silk]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this two parts (chapters) Dennis brings out some of the things going on in his thinking mind: Ski is in a bar with him, and Chris shows up at his barracks...Rosa

Orion's Orchard [Poetic Prose] Dedicated to Brynna Siluk
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Comment by the Author: "Here is a cosmic poem of sorts, which I hope you enjoy; I do trust this briefly and vividly will exposes the element of suggestiveness of the beauty of God's vast universe."

The Incarceration of Boltis the Demon, of Babenhausen, Germany
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Today I felt it was about time I told this little story, for it is the 6th day of the 6th month, of 2006, a most commanding day for this story (666). The Incarceration of Boltis the Demon. Dennis

Pine Creek [A Minnesota Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is Dennis' newest poem on Pine Creek, where he went last year for a few days away from everything; a Minnesota poem, with a commentary. Rosa

John L. Vs. Chick, Fight by Indian's Hill [Part III Donkeyland; Cayuga Street Gang; 1963]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Part III, to what is now being called The Donkeyland Series; wher Dennis brings out his neighborhood hoods, kind of, back in the early 60s. Rosa

First Knockout: Chick and Snipes [Part II Donkeyland; Cayuga Street Gang; 1960]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are going back to the days when Dennis was called Chick in his old Neighborhood, the place was St. Paul, Minnesota, Cayuga Street, in the late 50s and to the mid 60s. It was called by the police Donkeyland, where fights and drinking went on like water over a ducks back. Rosa

Street-Fight: Larry and the Big Guy (Part I; Donkeyland; Cayuga Street Gang; 1964)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis was brought up in what was called Donkeyland by the St. Paul, Minnesota Police, in the 1950s and 60s; mostly the 60s; there was an unofficial gang: the Cayuga Street Gang, and he was perhaps one of the youngest in it, some 22-kids. This is one of those stories. A fight between Larry (the tough guy of the Neighborhood, and the Big Guy from another Neighborhood. Rosa

A Testimony from Hell [a poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem, on Hell, and a commentary; it produces a good and smooth rhyme schema, and lots of discription. Rosa

Time Zones in The Book of Revelation (Part III)
[News-and-Society:Religion] The First two parts of this article dealed with Satan's Trinity, explaining it; part two, symbols to help the reader see what the Book of Revelation is saying, what is God's warning. Now in this third part, we see Time Zones, where is the earth, and mankind according to God's Warnings?

Symbolism in the Book of Revelation (Part II)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Part II, to the Book of Revealtion series, "Symbolism in the Book of Reveation", puts the symbolims of the book into a better form, so one can understand it. See Part II, Time Zones.

Satan's Trinity (Part 1)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] See the two part Article on Satan's Trinity, and the Symbolism in the book of Revelation.

Islam's War Lords
[News-and-Society:Religion] The Storms of hell are present, seeping up and through the roots of the plant life we have, worldwide. It isn't natural, it is man made, and the Arab world, Islam in particular (like it or not) is in the forefront. Dennis

"Liver or Steak!" [Grandpa's House]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a cute sketch of Dennis vs Steak and Liver, it is true, and I just learned about how he does not like Liver. Interesting. Rosa

The Jackal of Venezuela: Hugo Chavez
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem on Hugo Chavez; as Dennis tries to stay away from the political world, it is sometimes hard when he sees so much wrong going on, especially in South America. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Chapters: 8 & 9: A New Female Friend]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the rest of Chapter 8 and into chapter 9. Chick meets a female friend he had met before, and Chris gets a little annoyed with that, and he seems to have had quite a night with the new female friend. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Chapters: 7 & 8: Love Making in the Black Forest]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a most interesting chapter, it is the end of Chapter seven, and the beginning of chapter 8. Chris is in the Black Forest, and I think both men and women can learn from this chapter (on love making) women need more from men, than what they are willing to give. Rosa

A Romance in Augsburg [Continuation of Chapter #7: The Car Window]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a long Chapter, but it is needed for the next part, as they will be going into the Black Forest, and their relationship develops more.

Old Josh's Ghost [Episode #13] 1859
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is another sketch of Old Josh, they are always fun, and refreshing I feel. This on has to do with Josh and Ghost. Rosa

Death Sentence of a Nephilm
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Act III, Scene Two, of the saga play, Return to the Circle of Refaim. A shocking ending. Rosa

The Apocalypse of the Nosferatu Nephilm
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Act III, Scene One, to the Circle of Refaim, it gets into the history of the Nephilm, whereas, the previous Acts, were more involved with the Circle it self.

The Nephilm (Cold Twilight) A Short Epic Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems of the legendary Nephilm, the Giants of old, and the Angelic demon, Azaz'el. Rosa

"A Romance in Augsburg" (Potato Fields and the Cemetery) Chapters: 6 thru 7
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the completion of Chapter six and the beginning of Chapter 7 -the romance is developing, slowly, but interesting, and it is based on a true story of course, matter of fact, I don't think there is anything not fact in there, except for a few names. Rosa

Ode to the Panama Canal (Lift up Your Brows)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Dennis' third article and poem on the Panama Canal; one he wrote while he ate a beautiful lunch at the site, watching the ships go through the canal, on Saturday you can even get a ride through the canal, Dennis was a little upset, because, had he known this, he would have made prior arrangements to stay longer. Oh well, he was mighty happy though, as I was, our 7th year of marriage also. Rosa

The Panama Canal, 2006 (The Big Ditch) A Poem with Commentary
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It was a great trip to Panama, and Dennis did his homework before he went, and while he was there. This Poem with commentary should spell that out. Rosa

Old Josh and Lula the Cook (Part IV, 1849 - Episode #12)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I think Josh's romancewith Bessie is over, and now the Cook, Lula and Josh are talking about the quick romance that never too root. Rosa

Old Josh: Sweet Bessie (Part III, 1849 - Episode #11)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I think Josh is a little mad at Bessie, she kind of went back to her ex husband, and he saw something. Rosa

Dots [Coming Home from Panama]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I knew Dennis was writing on this trip, but I did't see this poem coming. It is cute, and wholesome, and I like it, it gives one a breath of hope, with so much antiChirst stuff going on. Rosa

For a Smile: The Panama Canal (Unofficial Version)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a nice article, and another view on the Panama Canal. Rosa

More AntiChrist Garb
[News-and-Society] I get madder than my husband, and I am always happy when he stands up for Christ, but I am not sure why so few people do. I like his new article. Rosa

"A Romance in Augsburg" [Revised: 2nd Edition] Chapters: 5 thru 6
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we have two more Chapters to "A Romance in Augsburg," where Dennis was stationed in 1970. A nice romance, but there is that wild youth in him, and some sad news up ahead. Rosa

"A Romance in Augsburg" [Revised: 2nd Edition] Chapters: 4 thru 5
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Chapter 4 and 5, to A Romance in Augsburg, originally published in a book a few years ago, and revised and reedited here for the first time; a true story, and a nice kind of young romance, that takes place in Germany, in l970. Thre are I think 12-chapters in all. Rosa

"A Romance in Augsburg" [Revised: 2nd Edition] Chapters: 1 thru 3
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A true romance story in Augsburg Germany, in l970. Rosa

Where It Began: The Circle of Refiam [Act II: Scene 2 & 3] "Secret of the Beast"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second act and scene 2 and 3; a battle is about to take place, but a woman seems to have created some problems for the giants, and even the Henchman from Hell has to come up to the Circle of Refiam to try to settle things. Rosa

Old Josh: Picnic Along the River [Part I, 1849 Eposide #9]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis hasn't written an Old Josh story for awhile. He used to live in Ozark Alabama back around 1977-80 {and prior to that, in Huntsville, l969]; perhaps about two years in both locations. Rosa

Old Josh's Song to Bessie (Part II, 1849/Episode #10)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part to the story of Josh and Bessie, the 10th Episode of Dennis' Old Josh Series. Rosa

Grand Canyon ('89) and Troy: Kennels of Hell (Two Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two poems by Dennis; he flew through the Grand Canyon in 1989, and went to Troy, in Turkey in 1996, so you get the poems now, a little late, but perhaps worth the waiting. Rosa

First Sight of Death (1956-57 - Grandpa's House)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is an interesting story on a young boy's first experience in seeing death, looking at it in the face. Rosa

The Movie: The Da Vinci Code (An Opinion)
[News-and-Society:Pure-Opinion] I am glad Dennis did this article, sticking up for the Christian world; but Dennis said it wasn't based on that, it was based on the movie as well as the book, both did not take into account all the facts, if they would have, the Da Vinci Code would not be as popular as it is. Rosa

Grandpa Was Always Old [1956-1967: Elegy]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis' grandfather once owned a cafe, and here is a short elegy on that old scene, where he'd go to the cafe and get a bite to eat, and one day, he up and died, but as Dennis puts it, "I never saw him get old..." Rosa

Woodview Detention Center [1961/Grandpa's House]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a sketch of Dennis' stay in a detention cener when he was a teenager, very interesting, if you've never been there. Rosa

Why Babies Cry Too Much [A case]
[Home-and-Family:Babies-Toddler] A few of my neighbors know Dennis has worked for years in hospitals, and other facilities as a counselor, with many disorders, and so he was asked to look at two children the other day, and I hope all turns out well for them. He talks in this article about the children and their crying, and Colic, and things he eliminated, and things that one can do to comfort a child with the disorder.

A Double $500 [Grandpa's House]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is another sketch of Dennis' life when he was a kid, and it seems his life is becoming more lively, the older he gets. Rosa

2nd Fight (1957 Grandpa's House)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Every so often Dennis writes about his youth, I always like it for some reason, his discription of his Grandfather, his mother and her wit, but here we get a different view, more telling, than dialogue, which seems to fit. Rosa

Dust Under the Bed [1954; Grandpa's House]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is another short story on Dennis' growing years; it is cute, he hid under his bed so his mother would not give him a licking, he was seven years old; did he learn anything? He says so, but you will have to read it to find out what. Rosa

Portrait of a Connoisseur [In Lima Peru]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has been in Peru, 9-times, this time the longest, 9-weeks so far, and has traveled here and there during his travels of course, in a week we will be going to Panama, and then back to Lima; Lima always seems to be a good stepping stone to other locations in South and Central America, vs, North America, and so we will be here for a few months more I expect. This article by him is simply a Portrait of Lima as he sees it these past few months, with the elections going on.It is the first of its kind thus far and paints a good picture, a fair one anyway for Lima. Rosa

Where It Began: The Circle of Refiam [A play about Giants: Act II: Scene 1]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this scene, we see a few new angelic beings coming together at eh Circle of Refaim, and one tells the story on how it used to be 5200-years ago to Noge;yet afterwords his mind jets back to the woman now being held captive. Dennis

Where It Began: The Circle of Refiam [A play about Giants: Act 1: Scene 3]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In Scene 3, we see more characaters involved, Azaz'el the leader of the Giants appears, Adgo, becomes a point of condtention,for all involved: the father: Horrep,the Son Noge, Vii the abusing giant with Adgo, and Azaz'el: when they should be getting some instructions on the battle to come with Israel. Dennis

Where it Began: The Circle of Refiam [A Play About Giants: Act 1: Scene 1 & 2]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has studied the Refaim Circle of the Giants quite well these past six or more years, and has been on his way a half dozen times to visit it, only to end up in other locations for various reasons. But he feels this is one of the great unknown wonders of the world, if only he'd go to see it, it would be over with. But once it took him 13-years before he went to what he considers the 3rd most wonderous site in the world. So here is Act 1, scene 1 & 2 of the play. It is great. Rosa

The Planet Toso Tales [Siren and the Cadaverous Bulls]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is one of the Chapters in the series "The Planet Tose Tales," perhaps about seven chapters to it complete; Siren is back, and again I am not sure Why Dennis puts the 4th chapter before the three, but he does. In this series of Chapter-stories, there are several characters from the other Cadaverous Planets involved, so you will be familiar with many of them like Tangor and Rognat, and Siren along with her daughter, and King Toso III of planet Aging. Rosa

Just a Dog's Life [A Sad Poem with Commentary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] #1342 5/9/06 a true story of the love my wife had for her dog. Rosa was 40-years old when she married me; had never been married before, only 13-damn cats, and one dog, and asthma from you know who in her house, the cats: with five other families living with her (her family of course). Anyhow, the story is as I saw it, and felt it for her at the time (and I know she will never write about her dog, so I guess I have to). She loved her dog very much, and was very hurt when the maid gave the dog crap to eat, as she ate the best in the house, sold my wife's books, and other things of hers, when she was gone: real classy (a short story in itself, of a deadbeat maid). But it is not much different than humans can be to their own kind; their loved ones. When we get old the young often times take advantage of their elders, shame on them, and I hope they get harmonies, where you can't see them. For some odd reason we keep hanging on to these kids like we owe them something, as if our sage of our life is attached to them; they will do noting of anyone but their selves in most cases; they are not worth their salt, just goofballs, begging off their parents and grandparents. Sometimes the dog is more valuable.

Devil Music: Red Laughter [a poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Written at my Casa [home], in Lima, Peru, 11:40 PM, 5/11/2006, I was on the third stanza, second line, of the poem "Devil Music: Red Laughter," and the earthquake came, shook the house, like a roaring train the earth murmured under me, the foundation of the house trembled, and my wife was in another room, came to the library where I was, and I told her (she was ill) to go back to sleep,all would be all right, shortly, and she did, and it was. #1347

The White Pigeon & The Drunk [With Commentary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we have two poems, on on a Pigeon Dennis observed at a cafe, and a drunk, he creates two poems here, and mixes them with a commentary using earth as his stepping stone. We as humans are weaker I suppose than earth, and the pigeon is weaker than man, perhaps he is saying something with all this. I will have to read it again. Rosa

Black Magic Angels [Poetic Prose: Unveiled Aquarius]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A diverse poem on mixture of the Angelic world, the world as a living thing, and its heavens, and how it all molds into a one big light, with forces beyound our physicl sight, interreacting to carve out life for the histories.

The Gift of Unhappiness (Poetic satire)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I never thought of unhappiness like this poem puts it, Dennis has written, it makes me think, not sure if I want to though, makes me dizzy in a way. Someone once said Dennis mixes his writtings with a lot of psychology, since his degrees and practice was in that line of work for so many years, and here I think you get a taste of it. Rosa

The Midnight Sun [Point Lay Alaska: the Find]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here Dennis tells you about his trip in l996 to Barrow Alaska, he has written about Barrow before, but nothing about Point Lay except he landed there, now you will get his story. I know he landed at another location with the same Pilot, farther to the East, paralle to Lay, but I can't remember the location or town. Rosa

Poggi and the Cannibals [Part 3 of 3: Salvaged From the Jungle]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Well, I guess Dennis did get all three parts written out; he was going to make them longer, but felt he needed to get off the napkins, and on to paper as soon as possible, I think he can't read his own writting after a week or so. Anyhow, here is what took place after the year was up. Perhaps Dennis will talk to him again to find out more on the jungle,the year he spent, and the things he did in-between. For now this will have to do. Rosa

Poggi and the Cannibals [Part 2 of 3: The Cannibals]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Poggi is now with the Cannibls in the Jungle, and how he is kept from being eaten is most interesting; in this second of three parts you will find out how. Rosa

Poggi and the Cannibals [Part 1 of 3: Poggi and Nelly] In English & Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the first part [of three] of a short story of the infamous personage known as Poggi in Peru, the very one who killed his patient, known as the "The Butcher of Lima." This story was given to Dennis during a morning breakfast, with Poggi and his wife Nelly, at our home in Lima, so it is fresh off the stove, you could say. Poggi has confided in my husband previously, and he has put a few fragments of his stories into his books. Here is how Dennis translates the story Poggi of Poggi's time in the jungles of Atalaya [by Satipo], in Peru.

Vicenza in April [and the: Teatro Olimpico] Now in Spanish and English
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a quick visit to Vicenza, in the month of April by Dennis, back in l980; how he saw it. During this month he spent in Vicenza, he went to Venice. But he was much taken inby its building designs, especially the Palazzo Chiericati, and its renowned,Teatro Olimpico. Rosa

Minnesota Cowboy [a song]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis wrote 27-songs back in the mid to late 90s; he plays the piano and guitar, and Chapel Recording, out of Mass, made them all into music and put them on tape with different singers. Although the songs were never went public, more for Dennis' pleasure than anything, here he wants to share one of his songs. Rosa

Picking Lilacs (and four other poems) Now in Spanish and English
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are kind of Golden Age poems, not sure why I say that, but they seem to have a ring to them that should be kind of Character builders, or something. I think you'll like them, they remind me that people are not always out for your betterment. Rosa

Poetry Tips
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are some tips that come to mind, things I use in poetry, and perhaps do not always use, and should:

Sterling's Mirage [Dedicated to George Sterling & Nora May French]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Comments: Although George Sterling was not from San Francisco, originally, once he visited the city, he remained there, it became his home, away from home one might say. A poet he was, to his dying day, even though he wrote other things, plays, and etcetera. And a note on Nora May French, a poet not heard of much nowadays, but worth her salt, and part of the Sterling/London group of the early 1900s. #1339 5/4/06 "The Step Ladder" George Sterling died in 1926, in 1927, "The Step Ladder," a Monthly Journal, offered what was known as "The George Sterling Memorial Prize" $100-dollars to the best poem published in its pages during the year 1927. In the issue Volume XIII, for the first time in this book journal [magazine] Clark Ashton Smith's poetry was published, by the efforts of George Sterling. Also, in this issue or journal, Helene Margaret wrote a poem offered up to Mr. Sterling:

Crazy Love, Old Vows and Modesty [a Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] "...Much I have said about youth, and old bones, now for a spark of modesty. "...I shall love my wife, 'love thee till I die,' and if you ask why, I would say: what has come with age is '…living life modestly,' ..." [parts to the poem]

Sipan's Valley Tomb [verse]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] In April I took a trip to see the tomb of Sipan, and its surrounding environment [Northern Peru]: its tombs, and its pyramids, and its valley; all seemed to carry a force, a hidden force in the sands. The bones of the Lord of Sipan are in a nearby museum, and a replica has been put in its place; this dread, can also be felt, as you stand by the outside tomb, some fifteen feet deep, as you look into it. The Spirits are annoyed to say the least. The Lord of Sipan, equal to King Tutankhamun of Egypt (so it has been said), equal in its worth of a great discover that is, dates back to 200 AD; it was originally discovered in l987, thus, it is a newer discover, like Caral, in Northern Peru, discovered in l992 (the site dating back to 3000 BC). The tomb has been replicated to look as it did on the day of discovery: five bodies within the tomb, with all its royal attire; it is a moving site, nonetheless, even with the original bones of the Lord of Sipan, taken out for posterity's sake.Dennis

In the Valley of the Beast [Armageddon]; a Poem Reedited
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem on war, perhaps the last battle of WWIII; Dennis puts it into a biblical form, butnot completly. It is much like what is happening today, and this poem should live on as a reminder of war. Rosa

Love, Youth and Envy: Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a odd portrait of love and its circle, what it embraces often times, and in Dennis' world it has; in my world it has not, I must be the one at the end of his commentary, the one who never got stuck in the circle; but from the looks of all those I know (family included), his poems and commentary is very true. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG [Chapter 10: The Battle of Ral/End Chapters]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the end chapter, with a few sections,it will surprise you I think,it did me. Arallets and Tangor make it back to the Mound area, and try to get onto thier ship, and a giant snake is guarding it... and a few things happen, I can't say. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG (Chapter 9: The Forbidden Zone)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In Chapter nine, we see both heros trying to get through the dark world, and a few things happen, it should be interesting. Another poem here. And I hope Dennis has lunch again tomorrow, and finishes the story. I mean, it looks like they might make it to the ship, if a war does not break out with the Vipers and Rats. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG (Chapter 8: Shadow of the Dark World)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we have the ongoing chapters of The Cadaverous Beasts fo SSARG, and Chapter 8, which starts off with a nice poem, to set the tempo, and Dennis gets barly gets into Chapter 9, with another poem; inbetween the adventure of ARallets and Tangor on the far off Planet SSARG takes place; they are heading to the dark side of the planet, the side never explored before in any of Dennis' stories. Rosa

Extracts From the Dead Diary of Troy Burroghs
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are what Dennis thinks the last two Troy Burroghs he did, he found them in a book he was going to put together, and decided not to, and left the two Extracts of the Troy Burroghs Diary to sit for two years. So here is one. Troy is dead, how he died is yet to be written I think, unless he wrote it, and lost it like so many things he loses, and finds ages later. Anyhow, he is dead and this is his first and second day after his death. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG [Chapter 7: A Space Fish and the Wild Manticore]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In Chapter seven we get to view a space Fish, in words, and the attack of a wild Manticore, all in one chapter, as the adventure continues,and Dennis writes it out at El Parquettio, in Miraflores. I am anxious to go with him as we have lunch and I hope he picks the pen and writes it on the back of the 'individuals' after we eat, as he usually does, and i will be the first to see waht happens to the couple. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG [Chapter 6: To the Valley of Arrows]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we have Chapter 6, "To the Valley ofArrows," here we find both Arralets and Tangor in the Valley of Arrows, from the Tree world, and a new adventure seems to be cooking. Dennis

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG [Chapter 5: Arallets: Daughter to Siren]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is background information on Arallets' mother and grandmother the author thought he'd put in between the chapters to update the reader. Arallets is the daughter of Siren who is the daughter of Jokaneed [spelled also with a l instead of a k]. Both characters have played a roll in some 28-previous stoires, or chapters in stories. Tanor has played a role in perhaps seven or eight stories, and Arallets, this is her first story, with so five chapters, I expect a few more. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG (Chapter 4: Gaunt Beasts of the Woodlands)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story now ends up in the dark woodlands of the Planet SSARG, and here is where the Rat King lives with is many Beasts; they have went from one troubled spot to another, and must figure out how to get out of the encircling 300-pounds rats. Rosa

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG [Chapter 1 thru 3]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Advance: For those who have read the stories of Siren of SSARG [the Planet of Grass], and the few stories on Tangor, Space Traveler, and the Cadaverous Planets, this might be appealing to you. Here we meet again on the planet SSARG, but this time Siren is not present, but her daughter Arallets has come by way of Tangor, and his spacecraft to the isolated planet of grass; she seeks her right as Queen of her father's kingdom: the "Chamber Kingdom," in the cliffs and caves on planet SSARG. Tangor, an old lover of Siren's has given her a lift, he owes that to her mother for saving his live [which is in another story]. Here the King Rat II is still alive on the planet as well as the Viper King, Blaze II. And on the Moon, Rotma, the Prince was Yllim, is now gone, still looking for his father's lover, Siren, and the old king has died, King Roliv, of Nay. The new generals of Blaze's Army are: Laruz, Chief General; and Nakluv: third in command.

The Rich Beggar From Huancayo [in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a dose of reality, and a true story, both in Lima, with the chain of stores, and in Huancayo, with the beggar. Now is Spanish and English. Rosa

Chachapoya Countryside & Boyish Hopes and Dreams [two poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are two poems, one: Chachapoya Countryside, you get a good view of what you will experience simply riding through the countryside, and if you plan on getting involved with it, you got more surprises. The second poem has to do I believe with how a man sees his mother and childhood after her death some years down the road. We all grieve differently, most don't tell even their spouse about it, but we all do, and here is a vista of one who tries to put it in poetic form. Rosa

Doctor Zimwinkie (Part Two of Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Originally written, 3/3/2004, and reedited for publication on 6/23/2006; Note: Sinned was a character, main character in three books and four stories of the Author, dealing with the Tiamat series. This, this could be considered a missing link of a chapter into the long running chapters of Sinned's life; yet it was meant to be a separate story, and Sinned and his environment of 6000 BC, used as a backdrop for the story of Doctor Zimwinkie. My wife liked Sinned in my previous books, and the 4th story, "The Tiamat and the King," which was never put into a book which would have made a small one; thus, Sinned come alive for a moment again in this story, but plays only a minor role. Dennis

Doctor Zimwinkie (Part One of Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Originally written, 3/3/2004, and reedited for publication on 6/23/2006; Note: Sinned was a character, main character in three books and four stories of the Author, dealing with the Tiamat series. This, this could be considered a missing link of a chapter into the long running chapters of Sinned's life; yet it was meant to be a separate story, and Sinned and his environment of 6000 BC, used as a backdrop for the story of Doctor Zimwinkie. My wife liked Sinned in my previous books, and the 4th story, "The Tiamat and the King," which was never put into a book which would have made a small one; thus, Sinned come alive for a moment again in this story, but plays only a minor role. Dennis

Grandpa's Pipe [50s & 60s] Reedited
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I always enjoy Dennis' little stories of his Grandpa, not sure why, but perhaps they are fun, relaxing, cute. Here is a cute one. Rosa

Herald Tribune's "Thomas L. Friedman: ... on a Nuclear Iran"
[News-and-Society:Politics] I have to write this brief, my wife will not; anyhow, I hope we can come up with a option three; Israel may be it, but whatever option we come up with, I hope it is not allowing Iran be nuclear, if so, I'll have to buy that ass. Dennis

Jerusalem Weeps [Judas Iscariot] Poetic Prose
[Self-Improvement:Spirituality] A very interesting poem, that seems to try and weed out doubts on both sides of the road of Judas Iscariot's role in his kiss, he gave to Jesus,and how it might have went, could have went perhaps did. But I think the underlining theme, and I'm not sure, is: was this the unpardonable sin? If not, was he saved; second theme, was he told by Jesus to do what he did because someone had to? and really did someone need to give the kiss of death in the first place. There seem to be a lot of thoughts in this poem for me anyway. Rosa

Lazy Bull [The True Story about a Bull of an Ant]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] My imagination has been running wild a long time, and it occurred to me in October of 2005, my first story I ever conjured up was called "Lazy Bull," about a supernatural ant; the original idea and story comes from a kid of 12-years old, in l959-60 (in St.Paul, Minneosta, at Como Park),and written down from memory in Huston, Texas while waiting for a flight. Dennis

Hemingway's La Bodeguita del Modio
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Notes: Historical Fiction: never before in print, and of some actual events that took place. Written 2001, from information gathered from a letter written by Hemingway, now kept in England, that the Author received a copy of and was going to purchase the original. The author went to Cuba in 2002, to investigate, and to the bar mentioned here, and the hotel he stayed at in Havana itself; gathered additional information concerning this event, and here is the story, with his added fictional characters. In 1972, Jack Benny did bump into the author in a Russian Club in Erie, PA. Reedited 6/2006 Rosa

The Cobbler [The Think Tank of Mars/16,000 BC/Part Five]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Act III; Act IV, was lost and until Dennis can find it, we will have to assume, there is none; he thinks it is someplace, and that there was some progression on earth, and a in the minds of a few folks, they could remember the Think Tank, but only by seeing out information from the minds of those who can tap into the ancient memories of the past. And there are two indivduals involved here. That is all he told me, as he looks for the MS. Rosa

The Cobbler [The Think Tank of : Orian/25,000 BC/Part Four]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Part four, and Act II, to the Think Tank,that has moved from one constellation to another. They have created the hu-mans as they have named them, but they are lacking a few things, and now the group has come together to put things right, if they can. Rosa

Birth Pains WWIII / 2016 AD
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short article on end time events. Dennis has been writing on them since 1983, and it seems most everything he has written on them come to pass. He puts a date on WWIII, simply to indicate, time is short I do believe, not to write it in stone. Rosa

The Cobbler [The Think Tank of Libra/75,000 BC/Part Three]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the Narration before Dennis goes into Act Two, where he talks about the his Think Tank and their creation. Rosa

The Cobbler [The Think Tank of Libra/75,000 BC/Part Two]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis is getting more into the story and the reasoning behind this play of sorts, as he shifts into Scene Two, everyone is sorting out what might be done in creating a new race of beings. A most interesting story. As Dennis works this out in the following days, it has never been seen or published prior to this (For your information), even thought it was written some three yers ago. He has only added perhaps 1500-words to the 6200 original. Rosa

The Cobbler [The Think Tank of Libra/75,000 BC/Part One]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: the first Act was written a month before the second Act, actually the second act was not even going to be written, but after listening and talking to Greg Bear, while he was visiting in Roseville, Minnesota, 5/8/03, I got the notion to add a second Act to the play [story]. His statement was to the effect: We were given 'free will,' and maybe should consider if we were so lucky, so were others [meaning out in the fast unknown]. And so I thought about that, and told my wife that evening: it's sticking to me, and in the morning I couldn't shake it, and therefore I thought it would fit quite nicely as an extension to my 'desired' element in my first Act. 6234-words. Re edited, 4/2006.

To Death [and commentary on elements of poetry: suspense]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new poem by Dennis, on death, which seems to be an ongoing theme with poets, and perhaps a different view in this poem, I think you will like it. Rosa

Interview with: The Monkey Man of Lima [Don Cipriano]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a real live story, and interview Dennis had with the only active Monkey Man in Lima, and maybe in Peru. It is interesting and charmng. Rosa

The Wiggly Tooth [1958] Reedited
[Arts-and-Entertainment] When I woke up this morning, I had a dream, it was not about my tooth, but a tooth on the left side of my mouth was hurting-nonetheless; and so as I wiggled about, trying to get into a better resting position, half asleep, this occurred to me, the wiggly tooth, that took place back in 1958, the story of my tooth being extracted by way of a doorknob. It is true, what one man said long ago: it is the accumulation of little things in life that make life worth living and remembering, for there are only a few big ones in between; thus, life is made up of little things; something like that he said, and how true it can be. Dennis 4/16/2006

Crossing of the Supe Rio [In North-central Peru]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part of the story of our recent trip to Caral, and the Supe Valley, which Dennis has taken one element, the crossing of the river out, and put it into a play type form; one act and one scene for the most part. The river was dangerous, although Dennis never seems to see that part of it, and here it comes out a little. Rosa

The Man Seed [A Poem on Man's Nature]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I wrote a commentary on this poem,I think one of the few I've done that for, maybe because I think this has a very, very deep essence, or meaning. Can man, or does man fight against his nature? And what is he fighting? In the poem, I think Dennis delivers one element of his fight, the seed! Rosa

Branches [*A Poem; now in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem Dennis created out of a fading morning dream, a neighborly one I think. The theme seems to have a few stems, one for people in general, one for a neighbor. Now in Spanish and English. Rosa

The Fable of Big Chest: The Ice Sheet...(Chapter Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has pickedup the story he started to write in 12/12/2005 and 2/2006; here is Chapter two, to "The Fable of Big Chest: the Icde Sheets..." this is the sequal to "After Eve." Rosa

Bloody Politicians
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a poem, and a commentary to go along with the poem. Every so often Dennis gets a little political, and today seems to be the day, maybe becasue Peru is having their elections, and it is in the air. Rosa

The Legend of: The Chancay Maiden of the Supe Valley of Peru [In Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We have returned from our wild trip to Caral, and the Supe Valley where a bridge was washed out, and we had to cross it by foot, the rapids were terrible, but Dennis insisted he was going across it; it scared the wits out of our private guide, and it was a 14-hour day to the site, on it, and back to Lima. Maybe will write more about it, but here is a commentary and poem on it now. Rosa

Pigeons at La Favorita Cafe (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis caters to two cafes in Lima, La Favorita, one of them. He has in the last two books, I believe, writen a few poems about the cafe, or at least what was happening around him as he drank his coffee. And here is one poem where he talks about pigeons of all things, but it seems the message might be, life is going on all around you. Rosa Penaloza de Siluk

Minnesota Spring Thaw (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This is perhaps Dennis' first poem he did on this long trip on Minnesota. In the poem he recalls from memories all the Spring Thaws he's had in his life living in Minnesota, born there, and often used for a stepping stone to other worldly locations. Tomorrow we will be going to the ancient city of Caral, 3000 BC, about 4-hours outside of Lima, north. Rosa

Elegy for: The Lord of Sipan (With commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a poem Dennis wrote after seeing the site of Sipan, in Northern Peru, recently. Rosa

Last Triumph in Cajamarca (A Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A poem about a city in the North part of Peru, and about its most famous victim: Atahualpa. Dennis will be going sometime this week, back into the north, to the ancient city of Caral, 3000 BC, and will write you a few paragraphs on it when he gets back. Rosa

Karajia's Sarcophagus (Northern Peru (( reedited))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the last part of Dennis' previous journey into the Amazonas of Northern Peru, he may be headed back next week to the most ancient city in the Americas: Caral, and then in Mid April, to the Andeas, and Huancayo. He reedited the story 4/21/06; Rosa

Muir Woods [California, 1968] a Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem Dennis did while relaxing at an outside cafe in Lima, Peru, watching the cars drive by the part next to the cafe. About his youth in San Muir Woods (California, l968).Rosa

The Amazonas of Peru (Chapters 9 thru 13 ((end chapters))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are the last chapters of the Amazonas, it was a most interesting trip; Dennis will be doing some traveling, he is on a travel spree right now, and will be gone until October, when he will return to Minnesota. He will be going throughout Peru, perhaps Romania, and Falklands, and a few other places. Rosa

The Amazonas of Peru (Chapters: 4 throu 8)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are four more chapters of Dennis' adventure in the Amazonas, where he met the Ex First Landy of Peru, Keiko, and they had a private meeting, and he expressed his view on his new book coming out soon, "The Jungles of Peru," which will include the Amazonas. Here is a first hand account of the adventure. Rosa

The Amazonas of Peru (Chapters 1 thru 3)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the beginnings of Dennis' recent travels into the Amazonias of Peru; the first three chapters anyway, and there are about three more or 4 I think. It was a trying trip, but as he said: well worth the effort. The story is mixed with prose and poetry, and a 1st person narration. Rosa

"Memory of a Shadow"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a new poem, with a little philosophy, Rosa

Pablo of Lima (Poetic Prose)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a long prose poem, partly dream, partly ture (with some historical ficiton mixed) and set in Lima Peru, where the Author is presently. Tomorrow he will be going to the Amazioias. Rosa

"Who Are You?" (A Poem About Birth)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Written at El Parquetito, Miraflores, Lima, Peru (dedicated to Cody S.)A poem about birth, and the gift of life given to each person by their mother (and I could add, father). Rosa

"The Legends of Peru" (a poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Peru has a lot to offer the adventurous person from: legends from the Amazonas, to Cajamarca, Ancash, Lambayeque, La Libertad, Lima, Ica, Arequipa, Cusco, and Puno; to the far off places like Huancayo, Machu Picchu (by Cusco), Kuelap (in the Amazonas), Chan Chan (by Trujillo); and to Huacachina las lineas de Nazca, to Tambo Colorado. Most of these places I have been to.

The Papaya Man (of Lima, Peru)
[Travel-and-Leisure] The nice thing about Peru, and Lima is the old traditions are still alive, especially if you live here; the Papaya Man, the Bread Man, the Soda man, and so for and so on, come around and sell their goods, like it used to be back in the United States in the 50s.

The Meeting of Ms O'Day (Part Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Chris Wright, between the his release from the Army in 1971, at the end of his Vietnam tour, and his reactivation into the Armed Forces in 1974, and his Army career, he had met Ms O'Day and they had chummed about, living together now and then. She was quite young and he seven years older, and during this time when she was of legal age to live with Chris, she seventeen, moved in. It would prove to be an ongoing entanglement, a moody one, yet for her it was a battle also, not knowing where the moods came from.

The Peculiarity of Ms O'Day (Part three of four parts)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Luck and women, the two of them never were only a distraction in Chris Wright's life-for the most part that is. For there was Katie O' Day from Minnesota, and Anna-Marie from the present at hand scene; Chris was assigned to the military unit, the 545th Ordnance Company, West Germany, he was a Private First Class in the Mess Hall...

Negrito, Little Negrito (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a new poem from Dennis out of Peru, I liked it very much so I did a quick, but good translation of it. Hope you like it. Rosa

The Kuelap Bum (of the Amazonas) - A Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note by the author: I have been to the Andes and to the Amazon, and even to the Amazonas as they are known for their sections, ranging from Equator to Peru, and Brazil and Venezuela, of which I have been to all these regions or sections except one, the one I am dreaming about, and will go in five days to, to what is known as the Andean-Amazonian region, where elevation is part of the jungle equation, not so in the other regions. Thus, here is where the "Forgotten Fortress," is located, similar to the ‘Great Enclosure,’ in Zimbabwe. The Forgotten Fortress dates back to about 800 AD.

The Menacing Tenant (a poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis was in the rental business in St. Paul, for many years, and what he has expressed in this poem, I'm sure is what many people would have liked to have written. Rosa

Six March Poems: Out of Peru
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I didn't realize Dennis had written so many poems these last 13'days, but here they are, most of them I think. Rosa

Riddle of a Dream (a prose poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is another new poem, one with some deep thoughts, written here in Lima, as Dennis waits for his trip in five days to go to the Amazon. Rosa

The Chachapoyas (a poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem of a Amazonia tribal group of natives who live in the higher area of the Amazon. The Fortress Dennis is talking about dates back to 800 AD. Rosa

The Root and the Stem (a poem) Now in Spanish and English
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis is now getting back a bit into his writing, he never stopped, just just wrote and for 12'days, put his notes here and there, and now he is taking them out. We go to the Amazon in five days. This poem has som[June 2006] Dennis was number #1 Poet (out of 131), and number #1 author for Arts and Entertainment (out of 704), for an international magazine, Ezinearticles [Annual Readership: 12-million]. He presently lives in Peru, and Minnesota, with his wife Rosa. This is his 34th Book; he has a worldwide audience.e real deep thoughts to it. Rosa

A Simple Day in Lima
[Travel-and-Leisure] It was a nice day today in Lima, and I didn't realize Dennis was writting it down, but he fools me now and then, and produces such nice simply things as this refreshing poem, about real life, and real people, as he lives it. Rosa

Cut the Losses (a poem from Peru)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We are now in Peru, and in a few days will be going to the Amazon, and to the "Forgotten Fortress," about 1000-miles from here. Dennis has done several other poems, but has not had time to put them onto the computer yet, but will soon. And I expect he will be doing a short story or article on Kuelap, the Fortress. In-between he has done a poem on cutting one's losses, and it has some good substance to it. Rosa

Last Poems from the Coffee Cafe [three poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three poems Dennis worked on last night, 18-hours before we go on our trip, he wanted to make sure you got them, and I think they are great. The bookstore is putting him books up today, the biggest one in the tri-state area in Roseville, Minnesota, on a big display. So he has to get there to take some pictures, and say good by to the folks there. So here they are. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Reflections (Part: XVII)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This last chapter is set aside for reflecting on the King of Atlantis' journey, and adds a little spice into it by telling us about the sea creatures in the Sea of Hades. It was a nice story, all seventeen parts to them. He wrote them in 2004, and just went through them this past week or so, and so you got them all. We are going on a trip in a few days, we will be gone for several months, Dennis is ill, and needs to go to the Mountains for retreat, but I doubt he will stop writting, and when he does I'll make sure you get it. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Grooming in Chicago (Part: XVI)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a wholesome part, kind of different, it brings you into to the teenager area, and one wanting to take her life. Dennis worked many years with teenagers, and perhaps it shows in this sketch on what is a tale of Atlantis, now in the modern age, with an angel nearby. Rosa

White Shadows (Scented Death: in Seven cantos)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note by the author: we talk about death, because we are born for it. It is natural, and it is a way of telling how much you liked living; or can be. In this fragmented canto-poem, the journey is just a journey. We must live in preparation for the fullness of tomorrow, the next step, the one beyond. Subjective or objective, it can be depending on how you adjust to the direct treatment of things. Things are to me just things, made to be used, moved, and onward. I am a thing, and I must move onward. And because I can reason an afterlife, so there must be one. The transition is the point of contention for most people not the facts. We as humans compose in a sequence, the outcome, when in reality, the result of life, the gift of life, the sadness to leave it behind, is in fact, the product of somebody whispering into your ears: feel the poetry of death, it’s but a white shadow, like everything, the unknown, yet the premise has been set: as in a poem. I shall be geared up for death when it comes so I can roam the galaxies, it is my next mission. How do I know this: I bet in time, Venice will sink (how do I know that).

Tales of Poseidonia: Planet Moiromma [Part: XV]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are only two more sketches of Poseidonia after this one. They were all written in 2004, and kind of put asside, as Dennis has done with much of his stuff until he can go over it again, as he is doing now. In this sketch, Lailis, goes to save someone on the Planet Moiromma. I didn't think he had Moiromma on this series. Maybe this was the start of Moiromma, interesting. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: The Power Spirits (Part: X1V)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces, and Hell with its hidden secrets, and dark powers, did not use them in all dimensions, and throughout the Universe. And this sketch will bring forth, some of them. Here we have two super beings meeting one another, old friends you could say. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Sanctification of Power (Part: XIII)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] If revenge is sweet, it surely is in this story. The old king of Atlantis gets his wish. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: The Kings Reprieve (Part XII)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There is a lot of information, and research in these stories, and lore that seems to have a trail around the world, from Egypt, to England to the Atlantic Ocean, and here and there. Most interesting. Dennis had put all his thoughts into these sketches of Atlantis, and I am happy he is publishing them here. I wish he'd put them into a book, and translated them into Sjpanish, I think they'd be a great story. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Hell's Dominion (Part Two, to Xl)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part to part Xl, Hell's Dominion, it really is the King of Atlantis thinking about his old love affairs. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: The Codex Scrolls (Part: XI)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] And so, this has been the end to half of my story of the ancient wonder of the world, the one not mentined in the seven wonders, the wondrous one of them all—Atlantis, and of course the Port of Poseidonia where it all took place. Incidentally, I was on top of the mountain of Atlantis, oh yes, it sticks out in the Atlantic sea, nine-hundred miles of the coast of Europe. There shall be several more chapters, and then the conclusion. Dennis

Tales of Poseidonia: Lesbian's Villainess' Dagger
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I am not commenting on this one no way, only that it is what it is, and what the title indicates. Rosa

Coffee House Poet (a poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We are going on a long trip, will be gone for several months, I expect, and Dennis wanted to leave behind a nice poem for his friends at the Coffee House, in Rosville, Minnesota, Har Mar Mall, att he BN. It is a nice one. I asked him how come your wife is not in there? He just smiled and said, "You are my sidekick," meaning,more than a friend. Rosa

Kike Face! (Whiplash Poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It seems to me, it is surfacing; old hatred that was once welcomed everywhere, lost its fire after WWII, and now has regained momentum again. Call it repressed hatred of the Jew, or what you will, it is real, and the Europeanist, does not hide the fact it is widespread, and that they have a right to own it. Call it mental derangement, or even madness, it is as it is, excuses for nothing, to hate something. If you examine Europe you cannot escape the reeking smell of this everyday manifestation of dead cockroaches seeping into the sewer system, up through the toilets, and into the houses of the European. Dennis

The Painter from Wabasha Street (Part Three: The Colman's)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part Three [act 7] of the play for the screen, called: "The Painter from Wasbasha Street. Dennis now shifts to the family called the Colman's, Tony's old brother-in-law, and his daughter Jean. Rosa

The Painter from Wabasha Street (Part Two of Two, Ella Dies)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Written in the form of a short version [skeleton] for the screen, with an interesting history.

The Painter from Wabasha Street (Part one of two - Narrative or screen)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short story with some strong motives involved, and a history of sorts. Written in a narration for the screen. I kind of was hoping he'd have a part three to it, it gets you going, and anxious to get the the next scene. Rosa

Two Poems: Guesthuose in Babenhausen & The Devil's Sack
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two interesting poems, one on a Guesthouse, Dennis used to drink at when he was in Germany, in l975-76. And a Devil poem. Rosa

Conversations at the Cafe: Tables-away
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: I am always surprised how loud everyone talks at the cafe, as if no one is listening yet I’m sure their echoes would cross the Andes should they be in Peru. And so many people walk around the café with cell phones talking as if no one in the world is listening. I asked myself, tell myself: they are yelling to the world everything. Are they not a little bashful, a little reserved, a ting modest. I mean I could have written several more novels just about what has been said these past ten-years I’ve sat at this cafe and wrote my books and poetry, and whatever. As are the students and everyone else at the café the same: tables away from me, and talking as if they are in a private room and no one is listening. We are listening, little people, and if I can hear, so can many others. #1259 3/2/06

At The Casbah - Tanger [1997] a poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis was in Tanger, in 1997, he had left the tour for a day, and five out of 44-people went with Dennis to Tanger, while the others went to see a valley. I think Dennis and his friends had more fun. Anyhow, I think this is the first poem I've read on Tanger. Rosa

Vietnam: Raquel Welch (and a few poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis got a post card from Raquel Welch while in Vietnam, and and here are a few poems he's provided. Rosa

Tommy the Coke Man (A Vietnam Sketch)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Sometimes the little things are most interesting, like Tommy in Vietnam, I find that wild. Rosa

Back Where I Started (A Vietnam Sketch)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis brings out in this chapter sketch, that he is back where he started from, for the most part, and now you will get some feelings of where he's been. Dennis

Saigon-Going Home (The Cage: Vietnam)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a good discription of when the soldiers went home from Vietnam, what they had to go through to get out of Vietnam. Rosa

New Zealand Maids (Part two of two: R&R in Sydney)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part to the Sydney RR from Vietnam, a nice sketch. Rosa

Sydney, Australia: R & R from Vietnam [Part one of two]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] During Dennis' stay in Vietnam, some soldiers got RR, and he took his in Sydney, Australia, l971. Sketches. Rosa

Vietnam the Country
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Another sketch on Vietnam during the war time, brief, and a bit interesting for those who wish to see something light. Rosa

The Scorpion [Vietnam Tale]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is just a sketch of a tale while in Vietnam about a scorpion, not too dull, and a bit interesting. Rosa

The Fruit-Cake (Act VI: Part Two of Two, 2nd Avenue)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part of the last Act to the play, it is basicly a poem and some data on the background of the play. Rosa

The Fruit-Cake (Act VI: The Jam Bar, Part One of Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the endng of the play, more on the order of a screen play, and it is very heart breaking; it is hard for me to read it. That is really all I can say. Rosa

Poem: UN, Incarceration
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] The author has had one political thorn in his side and this is it, the corruption of at all three branches of the United Nations; worldwide. As he has stated: "The UN is screwing the whole world royal with US Dollars for it mattress, and waiting or the US Taxpayer to bend over for more." Rosa

The Fruit-Cake (Act V: To the Bar)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a short Act, Act V, and Lee and his wife are on thier way tot he Jam Bar. Rosa

The Fruit-Cake (Act IV: The Apartment: Part Two of Two parts)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part the the Act IV. Rosa

The Fruit-Cake (Act IV: The Apartment Part one of two Parts)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a nice part of the play, or should I say as Dennis does, Narrative story writtenf or the screen. Oliver is at the apartment and a nice converstion is going on, and a lot of interesting things are being said. Dennis had to put the second part of Ace IV on to another Article. Rosa

San Francisco - Days (68) a poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: I wrote the book, “Romancing San Francisco,” these recent poems on San Francisco, are the things I never put into book, but will be put into a forth coming book I expect. Dennis

The Green Sea of the Amazon (Part Two of Two: Afterward: Enthrallment of the Amazon#8)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the second part to the Afterwrd of "Green Sea of the Amazon," it again is more detailed, more discriptive, more expressive on the telling of the Amazon, and away from the jouney in the physical sense. Rosa

The Green Sea of the Amazon (Afterward - Part One of Two - Enthrallment #8)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Every well traveled person knows such trips (such as the Amazon) are a fix, a mixture of many things, besides a high, it is fatigue and novelty mixed with apprehension. There is such also a thing called enthrallment involved, and the Amazon has this in buckets.

The Last Mind (Elegy for a Poet Allen Ginsberg)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Allen wrote many things about many people, and he told them how he felt, so he or his following should not be mad at me for doing the same, following his foot steps, in that manner anyway. I guess I have read many poets, and he is the worse I've ever read. And so it is hard for me not to comment, even though there are very few I do wrote about, good or bad. Dennis

George Sterling's Suicide (Poet's Suicide)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Geroge Sterling commited sucide in 1926, and perhaps was the greatest poet in imagery ever, but sometimes being the greatest is too much, and here we look at his reasons for commiting sucide. Rosa

San Francisco Loneliness (1968-69)(In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I spent about a year of my youth in San Francisco, as I have already described some of the times in a book I wrote called:"Romancing San Francisco," Perhaps I put the good stuff in there, but there were times I was lonely I suppose, and I went to the movies. I tried not to, because it was a chore trying to watch the MOVIES with all the crap going on; and even walking around Castro Valley district was hell AT FIRST, all the queers would try to pick you up. At times I'd just walk anyhow, and it seems sooner or later they left you alone. It was the time to be in San Francisco though, many things going on, and you really had to know an assortment of people to get along in the city. And I did, I even went to a few parties a few bartender gays invited me, they were as they were, and myself as I was, but we got along quite well. Dennis

The Fruit-Cake (Act III: Back at the Hospital)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I kind of like this part, Lee goes back to the hospital, and a romance starts...good, good, good. I love this part. Rosa

Our Time [Written at the Chicago Airport] Now in Spanish and English
[Self-Improvement:Time-Management] To be honest with you, I don't quite know what he is talking about, thank God I was sleeping. I should have given him a calm down pill before I went to sleep. Something tells me, this poem of sorts, will do well though, I'm not sure why, I suppose I've never seen one like this, and when things happen like that, it seems to stirke a cord in a perons wherever. I got to re read it a few times more before I dare comment on it. It is striking and different. Gets me all bottled up, I think I need a calm down pill. I was wondering why he took so long to put it up. Rosa

The Green Sea of the Amazon (Chapter Five: Leaving the Amazon)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Yes it was a nice trip, I hope you enjoyed the five chapters Dennis wrote on it. He could have written five more I suppose, but it was enought to describe a pleasent week in the Amazon, and we spent the rest of the time Visiting friends in Lima. That year, 2000- we made two trips to Lima, our second trip was to the Nazca Lines, in the South of Peru, most beautiful, and to some Islands off the coast of Lima. He has written a poem on the Nazca Lines, I think that is all that is needed for that three day trip. Rosa

The Green Sea of the Amazon (Chapter #4, The Wine of the Amazon)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this chapter we visted an old winery along the banks of the Amazon,and then saw a bit of nature, and then talked to two young girls that lived in the Amazon. It was a nice experience, the whole day. Rosa

"Where is the Sun?" and "Shut Doors" Two Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Two great poems, two Dennis has lived, and here he cultivates those thoughts, experiences. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Part IX: Poseidon's Birth
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we got a lot of detail of Poesidon, and the king, how things connected with the underworld and Atlantis, the king in Hell, and his kingdom. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Part VIII, Hell's Dilemma
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis always enjoys re-reading these Atlantis sketches, and I can see why, so here is number 8 of 17; the King of Atlantis is in hell, and he has been given a mountian to live on for the time being, but people are talking, as in every location, even in hell, talking about fairness. Rosa

The Fruit-Cake (Acts II: The Trailer-Park)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Act II, and Lee is at the Trailer Park with his soon to be wife who is very needy. Dennis describs the park quite well,a and the conversations start to get involved with neighbors, it is slow going in this act I do believe, but this is a stepping stone to the more active ones coming up, and the ending is a dandy. Rosa

The Big House in Erie (1973) a Poem (In Spanish and English: NOW!)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note from the Author: While locked out of my house today, sitting in my car, in my garage, having two hours to throw to the wind until I have to pick up my wife, this big old house in Erie come to mind ((9:10 PM)) 2/23/2006. #1244

Train to Newport and Homeless in 68 (Poetry in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis is doing some personal poetry I see, and it is nice to see, I guess I didn't know some of this: about catching a train, like a hobo in 1962, and somewhat homeless in 1968. It makes it quite interesting, and I think his first lines in the poems are catchy. Rosa

The Great Desert Kingdom of Peru (a Poem in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We were flying over the Nazca-Lines, it was the year 2000, and it was quite a rocky flight. But Dennis always says: if your going to write about it, you got to live it a little, and we did. Rosa

The Green Sea of the Amazon [Chapter Three: The Big Snake]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This was a good evening I suppose, I was worried on Dennis' decision, what it would be, and usually it is for the adventure, and this time it was for me...we heard them big snakes as they tumbled about in the tall grass...There is a difference between writers, some folks are writers, than others are real writers, the difference is, if you have lived your writing, in everything Dennis writes, poetry or stories, he has lived some of it. He prefers to use characters, not sure why, maybe because he can plant his immigination into it. The big difference is this: some writers are like a bullfighters, they fight the bull, they live it, the others watch the match and write about it. Rosa

The Green Sea of the Amazon [Chapter Two: Tarantulas]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Yes, I remember them, it was frightening, but I'm getting used to it after 6-years of his adventures. Matter of fact, Tarantulas are not all that much anymore, I've had snakes on my shoulders, I almost froze with fright that time. Oh well, this was a nice experience when I look back. Rosa

The Green Sea of the Amazon [Chapter One, Part Two: the Village]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis and I ended up in a village, and he was most tired, and the chief saw this and asked if he was ill, and I told him, yes he was, and he got us some sap from a tree, and it seemed to help for a while. And the village was most interesting. Rosa

On Poetry/In-between
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis' new article on poetry, I kind of like it, I don't know all that much about poetry, but I like his, and Robert Frost's, and a few others. He was offered a postion as Language professor in Peru, but because of his illness, had to decline, he has MS, and gets tired quckly. So here we have one mans opinion, and that is how he likes it, it is his way of thinking of course he sees all the great poets and their works and goes over them to see what is to his understaning the best way to present a poem, with the content he wishes to give. In his German poems you see a slant towards the old days of King Richard, or so I do, with they Thou's and thy's and so forth, I think he tries to fet the occasion. Rosa

The Fruit-Cake [Part Three: Shock Treatment]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is all true, it was before I met Dennis in 1993, and they were going to give him shock treatment, and he did have to go to the bathroom, and had not went for 6-days. And who is Eva, it is not me, and who is the Nurse, it is not me. I came after, but I think he may have made me into the Nurse a little. She was Spanish I think, or from Italy (olive skin), her name was Mary, and was a very nice woman, and nurse, he was very found of her. But I got him. Rosa

The Fruit-cake (Part Two: Eva Leaves the Hospital) (A Play to be Read)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Eva is now leaving the Hospital, and Oliver and Lee are talking. Lee was reading a book, and in real life, Dennis had met the author of the book, so he put it in there, since they both had a nice conversation, and he wrote some nice stuff in the book for him. Anyhow, the story is very interesting. And as I said, bits and pieces are very true. The man Oliver, did say exactly that to Dennis, although his name was not Oliver. Rosa

The Fruit-cake (Part One: in the Hospital)(A play to be read)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a Play, a romantic comedy & tragedy, written in 2003, by Dennis. Many parts of this are true. Dennis did have a heart attack, and a stroke, and did recover in three days, back in l993-in May, but not everything is true. There was a nurse Dennis took a liking for, and so this is kind of where the story starts, or play starts. His mother did visit him everyday. I forgot how the play progresses, I will have to take a look just before it goes up. Its funny, I didn't think Dennis was going to pull this one out, I had completly forgotten about it. Rosa

Grandpa's Cellar Ghosts (Now in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a story of when Dennis was in his middle 20s, living in St. Paul, Minnesota, and his last conversation with his grandfather, who half raised him and his brother, kind of in an extended family scene. At this time of his life he had been to Vietnam, and had traveled the world some, perhaps 150,000 miles, now he's at 692,000, it's been a long run. Rosa

Troy Burroghs - And the Dunsbury Capers
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are three more Capers from Troy Burroghs, all exciting and a little nervy. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: Death of an Army Friend
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I've held off on putting this one up, but now that my wife is off someplace getting my watch fixed, I can put this Troy Burroghs up, she'd get mad, but I'm not changing the ending this time; like I did with Troy...and the Doc," ... Dennis

Passing by the Cathedral (In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem about Dennis' Cathedral, the one he grew up around in St. Paul, and when he first went into it, his emotions, and how he see it now. Rosa

Bin Laden's Surprise—the U.S. Demise
[News-and-Society:Politics] It has been a while since 9/11 occured, and I do think the US is ripe for a new attack, and with bin Laden's most recent warning it would seem America should be on alert, but we are doing business as usual. I find this troublng. Dennis

The Green Sea of the Amazon [Chapter One: The Canopy]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He read the first chapter to me, and it sounded good, I did like the Amazon, but I suppose it was nice getting out of it also, in the sense, enough is enough. I am glad I went there, and glad I am not going back--I hope. But what an experience. Dennis has I think three parts to this story, he wrote out the other day on napkins, if he can read his napkins that is. Rosa

Three Poems: Images of the Amazon
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three more poems of the Amazon, and I can remember all those happenings, just the way Dennis put them, the excitment we had in the pond area with the big lily pads, and the pink dolphins, we never knew were there were, until we saw them; such things in the Amazon make it all worth while being there; and that lily pad, I could have had lunch on it I do believe, there were many of course.The Amazon is like no other world, a world unto itself. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book 2: Final Chapters: the Roar]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The sergeat meets an old friend here, Jackson, and things seem to become a bit subjective for him. It ends nicely. The poem called, the Roar, was put into Dennis' first book, "The Other Door," now a classic, it was published in 1981, 25-years ago. It is on Ebay, and www.abe.com I've noticed now and then. Hard to get ahold of. Anyhow, it is nice the story ends with the poem. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book 2: Chapters: 1-14 "Whatyoumacalitt"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are getting to the end here, and the 69th Ord, is now involved with the story, and Sergeant Wright, and home life is seeping into his mind, he meets an old friend, pretty much as it was. Rosa

Three Poems: Edge of the Amazon [plus]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I like all the three poems, one on Dennis' mother, and a dream-vision he had, the other on the Amazon, he loved it there,a nd one on Chicago, he also like it there. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Eventuaities [Part VII: Chapters 5 thru 9]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The final part to Part VII, the queen has made it with her old lover,and the king is standing on the dock of hell, and things are going to happen. I think there are 17 or 19 parts to all this... I enjoyed writing these sketches out very much, hope you enjoy them. Dennis

Tales of Poseidonia: The Gates of Hell (Part VII; Chapters 1 thru 4)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are back in the relm of Atlantis again I see, and the old King is going to hell, and his queen is not going with him, and the demon are happy to bring him to the gates. Rosa

The Pong ado Uprising [a play with one act]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a play with one act, on the an island called Pong ado, in North Korean waters to my knowledge. It is about an uprising that book place on December 7, 1952, and it is a very true story. Dennis got it from his friend John, who is 77-years old now. Rosa

The Ass Poem & Bums from Another Planet
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] When Dennis showed me this poem at the Cafe bookstore, I couldn't stop laughing, I think everyone in the place were looking at me. It is very funny. The Planet poem is also got a little funnyness to it. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book 2: Chapter 11: The Shooting Incident: and Dr. Sharp]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapter 11 gets a little bloody, and as true as it is, it seems it is fiction, but it is not. So says the author. Dr Sharp is a real doctor in this play, and is active I do believe in Salt Lake City today. It was because of him the soldier lived. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book 2: Chapters 9 & 10: Mexican Standoff]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapter 9 is not too agressive, but chapter 10 gets a little mean, and it seems the Major is in trouble with the Mexican. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book 2: Chapter 7 & 8: Babenhausen]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story is still taking place in West Germany, in the mid 1970s, and it is in Babenhausen, and Dieburg, Christ has moved from one city tot he otherand he not is going to German-Turkish bar, and it is a mild chapter he is alos gaining experience inthe Surety Office of the 545th. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book Two: Chapters 5 & 6: Pool Sticks, or Weapons]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In these few chapters, the Pool Stick scene and the scene of the Lieutenant, I had to go back and ask Dennis if this was really true, and he said "...as true as the day is long." This book was banned for a while by one of the big book dealers, now I know why, but it shouldn't have been, and isn't anymore; there is always two sides to a coin I guess. Anyhow, you will see some emotional scenes here. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Book 2: The Clown, Chapters 1-4]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this second part the book, we are at a Military area in Germany; a Nuclear Site, in the woods. And the unit is the 545 th Ordanance Company, and what you are going to read is true, names have been changed. The years are correst. We have seen how the whites treated the blacks, now we see how the blacks get revenge. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Chapters 10, 11 & 12: Unbelievable]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are the end chapters to the first story of two in this book; we will see a reverse in the nature of the book now, it is quite interesting. We see where he whites have caused disruption, and hardship for the blacks, which was as Dennis lived it, under the name Chris in the stories; now you will see a true accout of what took place in Germany, I think you call tis historical fiction or something, it is amazing how a race is treated badly, only to do the same thing. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Chapter 7 thru 9: The Warrior's Bar]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There is trouble in Alabama, especially in the bars, in the l970s it didn't stop in the '60s; Chris is asked to leave a bar, and him and his Indian Friend think about fighting. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Chapters 5 & 6: Returning of the Bones]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In Chapters five and six we see: Chris picking up the Urn, and delivering it to the black-girl's house. And he heads back tot he Trailer Court. It is a progress story, and it will have a big twist in the second part of the book. Rosa

The Fifth Moon: Chant of the Ghoul [Part III]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He put the beginning of the story last, not sure why, but now I can put all three parts together, yet each part of this story: The Fifth Moon, can be sepeate also. It is demonic rape, after a woman asks to venture down to the underword to visit her brother, and what takes place is unnerving, and she never makes it to hell, she finds it on earth. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Chapter 3: Trailer Court]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The author points out, cleverly, the stroy is not so much about prejudice per se, or racism, since, underneath the issues resides what is presently for the most part: power and control—and people wanting and taking it, because they can [much depending on the time, location and other variables being in place]; for if anything is constant, it is change, in which the author shows plainly. I think there are twenty six chapters tot the two book story book here. I mean, 12 Chapters to the first part of the book, and 14 in the second, which are connected into one book. Rosa

Stay Down, Old Abram [Intro Chapter: Shoeshine Boy]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] [About the Story] "Stay Down, Old Abram," with its interlinking stories and sketches, this forth episode fills in possibly some gaps if you have already read the author’s other three linking books to this now ongoing saga, yet it can stand alone without the other three: but this one will take your breath away; seen from a youthful Midwestern boy’s view at first, then it shifts and the story delivers to you a soldier’s view. The story starts in l959; as told by the observer, through positive narrations. From the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota, to Milwaukee, and on to Alabama, and across the Atlantic to West Germany while in the US Army. The main character takes you through a bonfire of emotions. It is hard to stay neutral throughout the book and the reader may find him or herself changing views heretofore: and even some folks that read this that might not have been once open minded, may find themselves making a transformation. The main character deliberates—[Sergeant Wright] might he have to pick sides, or can he go with his values and outlive the strain? It is a question he needs to work out for himself. It will test your will to turn the next page to see where it all ends up.

The Fifth Moon [Part II: Bright Death]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I wasn't sure if I liked this one, in comparing it with the first, but then I seem to get into the characters more, I thought it was a repeat, but it wasn't I see now that I've read it slowly all the way through. It is Poetic Prose, like is Part One, but again I must say, as interesting as it is, you now get to see the characters more. It is a very different kind of poem Rosa

Spirits of Lemuria [sketches]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] These stories were first published in the book: Chasing the Sun, written after Dennis came back from Easter Island. But he has modifed it to a short version.

The Fifth Moon (Demonic Rape: Part I)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I read this last night and I thought wow, it was different, and I liked it. A little scary, but done well I thought, a poetic story done in what Dennis calls, Poetic dramatic prose. It is of the Mosel Valley in Germany,where he spent a little time in the '70s, and we are getting into rape and ghosts and all kinds of bad things, but the ending seems to be fine, I like it, now he has a scond part to it, I thought it was complete. Oh well, Rosa

Perhaps It's Love (End Chapters: someone bad is going to happen)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In these end chapters, something bad does happen, and in real live something bad did happen back then. It is sad, and it is told the best way it could be. Rosa

Perhaps It's Love (Chapters 29 & 30: Johnny and the Gang)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It would seem Johnny is just bad news from the world go, and Tommy is the other side of the coin. And now he is getting involved with a gang, some of this stuff is very true, and other things are half true. But no one is innocent. It will have some very interesting turns soon. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco [End Chapters: The Surprise]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis gets a big surprise her, a shocker. I better not say no more, it is the end chapter. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco [Chapters 9 & 10: Paranoia]
[Travel-and-Leisure] In these two chapters Dennis learns something, a Christmas party takes place, he is involved with his friend Dan, and the year is l968-69, in that area. Dennis is Chick in the story as you mostlikely already know.

Romancing San Francisco [Chapter 7 & 8: work and play]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Many things take place after the karate tournament. Dennis' mother came into town, and he found a little somethign with a Spanish gal.

An Afternoon in Chicago [a poem: in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis took me to Chicago, it was my third time there, and we walked around the city, we flew NW, at 6:00 AM, and came back to St. Paul, at 9:45 PM, a full day, and I took him out for dinner there, so he pays for the air, I pay for the dinner, and the poem reflects his intake. Rosa

Perhaps It's Love (Chapter 25 thru 28: Dancing and Demise)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Tommy is turning out to be a good friend to Tasma, exactly how a relationship should be, friends before lovers. Anyhow, Jill and Johnny are having their problems and it is only going to get worse, I fear. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco (Chapter #6: Meeting the Cat...)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This was a big moment in Dennis' Karate life, and in the life of all those in San Francisco, when this famous karate man came to town; even the mayor was there to greet him. Rosa

Solitude and Lurking Ripples [Two Poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] One poem I found pleasing and cute, Solitude, and the other, a little on the dark side, and Dennis has both sides, maybe many more. But they are expressions. Dennis said, and he quoted Jack Kerouac, who had the highest regard for poets, saying "There use lies in being able to erect structures of thought for mankind." And I think Jack was right, and Dennis does a good job of it, in all his poems, even in the dark one. Rosa.

Perhaps It's Love (Chapters 22-24: Relationships Going and Growing)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Johnny is visiting Jills room off and on during the week,a nd things are getting hot here. Tasma is not really aware of a lot of this behavior going on. Tasma has read Tommy's book and she likes it and tells him, and so we see relations growing and going. I've renamed these chapters in the title, but not in the story, Dennis wouldn't like that.Rosa

Perhaps It's Love (Chapters 20 and 21: Xmas & Smoking)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Johnny is involved here, and is reading in his room, Tommy and Johnny both end up in Jills bedroom, and that is all I'm going tos say: check it out! Rosa

Romancing San Francisco (Chapters #3/Part 3 ( & 4 and 5: The Thief))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the rest of Chapter three, and on to 4 and 5. We get into Dennis work more here, in San Francisco, I really like the transition he uses here, and he moves to Dolores Street, out of the Spanish home. He does a little sight seeing in the city in these chapters also. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco (Chapter #3 (Part two): Karate Test)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis talks about the time with the Spanish Family he lived with in San Francisco, and the Karate test that came about, and where he worked at the famous Lilly Ann clothing company, but in the last 60s. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco (Chapter #3 (part one): Sexual Education)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the rest of chapter #2, and on to three. He finds a Spanish family to live with, and says goodbye to his ghost friend. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco [Chapter #2: Master Yamaguchi Teaches]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis was good friends with Mr. Yamaguchi during the l960s, he had traveled to San Francisco to learn karate from him, there he met the famous "Cat," and in this chapter he will befriend Buck, or the reverse. Rosa

Romancing San Francisco [Chapter one plus, Introduction: Sammies Bar]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] These skitches of San Francisco life back in the 60s, were and still are considered part of that era that has yet to be fully documented. They are very interesting, and have a lot to do with Karate. Rosa

By Invitation Only [a poem on death]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis' Aunt died yesterday (at 80-years old), and this is the poem he wrote for her; she was always a helpful woman to him, with many fond memories. Rosa

African American Poetry [By a white man]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis shows in this new poetry a light hearted side to him. He lived in Alabama for over two years in the 1970s, and he has read a lot of African American Poetry, and here he pushes out some of his inspiration you might call it. Rosa

Perhaps it's Love: Body of Voices (Chapters 16 Through 19)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Tasma has written a letter to Johnny, but left out the Landy in Black,the house is becoming a sort of World's Fair, and incidently, Tasma checks out Seattle a bit; perhaps like Dennis did when he was there back in 1967. When Dennis lived in San Francisco, on Sundays he said he just stayed in the house and drank, ate chicken, fell to sleep in his bed, in some old Mansion he rented out a room, and that is that. I think he is putting a little of that idea in this story, or so it seems to me,but then everybody has thier own way of putting it. Rosa

Perhaps it's Love: Strange Behavior (Chapters 14 and 15)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Tasmas has lived there a month now, and it seems folks are getting along as one big family, a mixed up one, and a little disfunnctional if you ask me and it comes out a little more in these two chapters. Mr. and Mrs. Belmont are upfront with some disfunction, and Jull seems to injoy her drinking, as does her family. And so hte mood is set for anything to happen. Rosa

Red Hot From the CTBTO: United Nations Vienna: Harassment
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I do hope Dennis is not starting his UN stuff again, he did so many articles on the UN, he should have gotten paid from them, he openned up a lot of doors, and a lot of people thanked him for it, but it took a lot of his time. He does have friends there and I'm sure they have not forgotten him, or he them. Rosa

The Crippled Bird [a poem: now is Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This is a hard and emotional poem to read. Not hard in reading, but hard in being able to read it emotionally. It is funny, children that is: Dennis has a son who is (as he says)'Too smart for his own good,' one that is very slow, his daughter, and one who he claims is average, like him. And he could never put these words to the poem in their proper place about his daughter who now is 27-years old, although he had the words, he did not have the style it needed. Now he does. I do believe Robinson Jeffers helped him out with the style. It is a lovely poem. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: Over a Flat Tire
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Some of these Troy Burroghs I've never read before, and so it must be the later ones. Anyhow, this is all over Troy's odd behavior he gets in all this touble. I do think if you go to the wrong places, do odd things, and talk to anyone freely, you could get into trouble, and Troy seems to do it a lot. Dennis' mother was always worried about Dennis, because he was so much like Troy. Rosa

Troy Burroghs in Affshafenburg
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I read this one, not sure where Dennis was going with the story back in 2002, he never published it I thought because it wasn't done,but perhaps it is. He went to many castles, and this one was not far from where he lived in Babenhausion in l974. It is interesting he recalls the bible, if it is really the correct Bible he is talking or thinking about;I've never heard about it, but then I never heard about many things until I married Dennis. Rosa

Perhaps It's Love (Chapter #13: The House)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Rest of Chapter 12, and onto 13: Tasma is in the backyard and thinking,she is confronted by Jill, by the picnic table, she is in the process of writing her thoughts down, and so this is her book to be. Tasma is doing some thinking about Tommy. Dennis does thinks in slow motion in these chapters compared to many of his other books, maybe because he wanted to be more discriptive this time, not sure why, but it is pleasing to slow down now and then. Rosa

Perhaps it's Love (Chapter 11 and 12: Bustling and Remote)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I think Tasma has a crush on Tommy, and Jill is getting an old one back for Johnny, and the parents are living it up somehow in the background. Dennis did know a couple like the Belmont's in San Francisco, I wander if he put them over in Seattle for this story. He said once, and I only slightly remember, their was this couple that wrote him for five years after he left San Francisco, and even wrote me in Vietnam. He liked them, but their was some odd behavior he said with them. Anyhow the story is getting more involved. Rosa

Perhaps it's Love (Ch #10: the Ship)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the ramaining of Chapter nine, and all of chapter 10. Johnny and Jill are coming to surface now, and Johnny will play a big roll in all that is about to take place, Jill and Tasma become more comfortable with one another; and we got some water involved here and Tommy. It all adds up to a lively youth for these growing young adults. Rosa

Northern Minnesota: Part I of IV: Long-sided Cat Eyes [a story]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a story I wrote out today, I hope you enjoy it, and if I made some mistakes, I'll try to fix them up. It was on my mind today, as I wrote and read, and read and wrote as I always do, of a few people in my life. Of my time up in the woods in Northern Minnesota, and after thinking for a while, it came out of me like water over fire. And those cat eyes, you couldn't miss them. My mothers friend when I was young owned a l959 Ford, and I did also about 10-years ago, they are keen. I havn't did an independent short story for awhile, one that was not related to one of my old characters, so this was a delight. Dennis

It Could Have Been Different (a Poem with a comment ((Now in English and Spanish))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis read this poem to me today. He worked on two poems today, this is one "It Could Have Been Different" and a short story, and one on some crippled worm, I think he may put it up after I'm in bed. He worked on them all day, as usual, and this one is dedicated to a friend of his. I had to read it twice to get the full meaning. It is funny, it kind of stopped me fast the second time. I mean, we came home after he picked me up at 11:00 PM, and bought hambergers, and we ate together, and he typed the poem out, read it off his napkins, and had me check it out. And as I said the second time it hit me...we are lucky for today, and today only can be give thanks for. Rosa

Perhaps it's Love (Chapters 7, 8, and 9: Flashbacks)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Tasma and Tommy are getting to know each other in these chapters, and they are no in the house in Seattle,things are becomeing more stable for her, less complicated for her, she is learning how to adjust to a new environment for the most part. But someone starts to get flashback and this may lead into somethign. Rosa

"Before Us Humans" (Three Prose poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three prose poems- one on dying, one on the Minnesota Winter and the third on Humans. All none in poetic prose. Rosa

Stars O'er Germany (Five More Poems - Part II)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] These are lovely poems, 30 plus years overdue, but nice to see them now. Not sure what he will do with them, perhaps put them in a new book he is thinking of making called, "Slected New Poems," he has 9 books of poetry out now, "Images Out of Peru," will be out in a few more days, making it 9, I should say. Here he discribes the expressions he picked up while in Germany, and he seems to hit the more known places he went to. Rosa

Perhaps it's Love (Chapters 4 thru 6- Arriving inSeattle)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We see in these chapters Tasma has arrived in Seattle, and now she has to try and deal with the new situation. She discovers the world is different than being in her home. Not that it is better or worse, just different. Rosa

Perhaps its Love (Chapters 1 thru 3 - "Breaking Out")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story starts out with a poem, the girl is a young lady who has planned to escape her house, and so she does, she has just turned 18-years old, and this is the first time on her own,she is headed for Seattle. This is perhaps, Dennis' only youthful story about a female coming out. He worked with many young people as a counselor, but since has retried so he has a backgrond, plus he lived in Seattle as a youth, I think he was 19 years old when he did, just before he went to San Francisco. So some what you are about to read is very true, perhaps what he saw more than anything. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Final Chapter: 17: Love Floats no More)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is the end chapter, it is a sad ending, but reality, for things happen in a real life. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Chapters; 14,15 & 16: Killing Sleep)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here in Chapters 14 and 15 and 16, Dennis calls this 'Sleep,' because it is exactly what Carmen needs, can't get,and during Dennis' drinking days, he said, one of the most precious things he discovered thereafter, his recovery was the blessed sleep he got, the regeneration process for the body. We often forget this much needed human need. And Carmen is in a loss for it. Dennis puts this into action in the story, and it can be a killer. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Chapters 12 and 13: Breaking Glass)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapters 12 and 13, deal with a mess of issues; and breaking glass is just one. Gunter is cleaning up the cafe, Gertrude is worried about Carmen; Carmen is is getting deeper into her issues, and the Tower is like a living shadow looking over everything. Makings for a good movie. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Chapters 9,10 and 11; Nightmares)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In these chapters Adam seems to becoming a bit shy of Carmen, because of her behavior; he no longer can deal with it. Nightmares are her weaknesses.

Cold Kindness (Chapters 6,7,8; the Castle Tower)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this book, chapters, the story not only has a running dialogue, but poetry to set the emotion, and psychological deepness to it. A history, and a great location. The narration is also excellent. The characters in these chapters come out really alive. One person picked up the book of Cold Kindness, and told Dennis, when I can pick up a book, and turn it to any page in the book, and it captures me, it's a good book. What more can I say. It should be noted, most of Dennis' stuff is under copyright, and as he has put it on this site, it is free to use, not to produce, and sell. Again, once on this site, what is not under copyright, is thus, copyright at that point and time; and will be under written copyright, soon after. So enjoy it, as it should be. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Chapters 4 and 5: Headlong)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here in Chapters four and five Carmen is having a hard time dealign with life, and Gunter is part of her life, and she displaces some anger on him. Most of the Characters are real in one way or another in this story. When he put this story together, he did a lot of grabbing, that is really all I can say, and 70% of what you read happened in one way or another--dates have been adjusted to deal with the time Dennis wanted the story to take place, he did not want it during his time there. And he shifts from Augsburg, to Dieburg. He was in Augusburg in l970, and Dieburg in l974. It makes for a hick of a story though. Rosa

Stars Over Germany [Five Poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis spent a lot of time in Germany in the Army in the l970s, and he never really seemed to write any poetry about, it; he did do one poem for his book, his first book: The Other Door, l981, about Augsburg, but that was it. He did althugh a number of books on Germay: "A Romance in Augusburg," his recent short novel, "Cold Kindness," and "Stay Down, Old Abram," a few years ago, so this is great he got to pour out his soul, slightly on his impression of Germany. He was there 1970, then again in 1974-76 [4 1/2 years total]. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Pre Chapter) ( Part II)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] What couldn't be put in the normal, or first part of the "Pre Chapter," is here now, about 600-words to the chapter. Then we get into the"'Opening," and Chapters 1,2 and 3. We are in Garmish, and Carmen is having some wine, it is a good kick-off to a interesting psychological story, and Dennis uses a lot of his background in this. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Chapters 1, 2, and 3: Dieburg, Germany)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the Opening, and Chapter one, two and part of three - you will meet Carmon, who you will find out has some PTS. Adam works on a military base, and was an American GI at one time. They have now come back from Garmish, Germany, and life is getting more interesting, and there is a tower involved. This tower Dennis saw many a day, for he lived across the street from it. Rosa

Cold Kindness (Pre Chapter) Part I
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This is a most interesting story about a happening in Dieburg, Germany, and the story gets involved with Augsburg, Germany, and a number of places throughout Germany. It starts off in l959, and goes forward! Most interesting, Rosa

Two Poems: "Two Old Jews" (Poetic Prose: in Spanish and English), A War Sonnet
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a story in poetic prose, of future biblical times. It is not only foretold in the Bible, but versioned by the author in 1984, not put into form. Perhaps this is the right time for it also. The Sonnet is on war, and the third poem, also a short prose poem, on dying. Dennis

After Eve [Part #13: Final Part: the Dreamer and Epitaph]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the end of the story of After Eve. A few poems are in this part, as we say goodbye to the characters. Yet, in the follow up boo, "Big Chest," the sage continues, and you already have the first chapter of "Big Chest," in the north. But back to this story, the narrator steps into the picture,a nd an Epitaph is privided. Rosa

After Eve [Part #12: Long-nec: Plesiosaurus]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The saga continues, and Stern-toes is going to have sme strange stories to tell his brother if he makes it out to the Garden of Eve; then to the Mountain-Caves, and old age creeping up. So we are getting to the end of the story so quickly, or so it seems. Rosa

Working for the Tomb [Silent Orgy]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] "Working for the Tomb," a Prose poem has a lot of images in it, but with a theme, and not as subtle as many a poem can be. Prose of course is free verse that lacks the formal shape of poetry, as well as lacking regular meter or rhyme. In some poetry we should not always look for the obvious, sometimes it is a thing, feeling, situation or problem the poet is trying to create as the main subject. If you were to read George Sterling, you would not always find a theme, look for his imagination in it and you will find it. Thus, for me the prose poem is a medium to diversify my epigrammatic point, or imagery dealing with my theme. Dennis

Tales of Poseidonia: The Garden of Poseidon [Part VI]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we see Ais in shock, but I can't tell you why, many things are happenig in this story, and the demon of hell are looking for the King. Do they find him? and if so, then what? Rosa

The Beauty of Nature's Grief [A prose poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I do not feel I am trying to produce a moral insight, as brief as this poem is--it would be impossible, but with a little fantasy, suggestiveness,scope, it is all required to produce beauty, or the elements to see beauty. And in this prose poem, that is what I am trying to do, produce one evening sky, as it comes and goes, perhaps like us. Dennis

Hamas: Sick, Sick, Sick!!!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a simply update on what Hamas is doing, and it is not secret by no means, it is plastered all over the place if you look for it. The political sickness goes on. Dennis

After Eve [Part 11: The Secret]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The saga goes on, Stern-toes is involved here, he is on top of gthe cliff with his dear broher and has a secret.Here we see the wolf-boar pack in action, and Stern-toes in action. It a great escape. Rosa

After Eve [Part Ten: The Brotherhood]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Many things happen in this part,called the "Brotherhood," Stern-toes brogther now comes to live with them; Intergration takes place, Lucia becomes wife to Little-eyes, and things happen in her life, as in everybody's; an according to the story, history goes on. It is a wonderful little story, but there is more to come. Rosa

The Dark Galaxy [#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I knew he had several more stores on those napkins of his, hidden someplace of SSARG,a nd about 20 of Rognat, but I didn't think they got together, so this is a pleasant surprise. How they get out of this mess is even a bigger one. They are back by SSARG, and the bug, the cosmic bug is after them, a few billion of them. it does bring one into an escape mode, he sounds like ERB here, and I love his Venus books. Rosa

Tales of Poseidona [Part V, "...Mountains of Hell"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] They have found Atlantis, and now are looking at its underwater grave, how they found it is of course another story, and you must read it. A thousand years have passed, and they have been hiding in the waters of hell, but things change do they not, all the time, if anything is predictable, it is that change will occur. Rosa

Tales of Poseidona: [Part IV: Atlantis, the Watery Grave]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I'm sure lots of people will like this story, Dennis seems to shift in this direction a lot; he once had over 15-books on Atlantis,and so he studied it quite well. Anyhow, all in all, he made quite a good story of this, in sections, and put them together. They were written a few years ago, then gone over, and now again gone over. So you are getting them, second hand but gone over I suppose. Here we see both the King and Queen in the waters of Hell, yes again, he is down there, I wish he'd do more on heaven though, to be honest. Anyhow, the queen is doing odd things, coming clean with her past, not sure why, the king had a very bad past compared to her, I'd say let well enough alone, but if I know her, and I think I do, there is more to it than meets the eye. I think Dennis knows women to well, to be honest, but that better remain the past, because he doesn't know Spanish women maybe--me. Rosa

After Eve [Part Nine: The Devourer - Mantic Ore ]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story gets involved with other creatures of the New World Order of the past, it seems the creatures are coming out of walls in the sense, they've been around but now since the Stone-builders have appeared, they are the strong and everyone else the weaker, and thus, survival is in the atmosphere. As it is today I suppose but in a more uncivilized way back then. Rosa

After Eve [Part Eight: The Longbow Man]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Now the story is really getting into the characters and the mood of the new world order. You can't help but get involved with the personality of the main two characters: it reminds me of Angelina, in his other story, "The Rape of Angelina..." you end up attached to her, like these two. There is a scene in this part of the story, called the 'Camel Market,' and Dennis when he was in Egypt, in l998, he went to the Camel Market, and so there are bits and pieces of real expression in the story. Rosa

After Eve [Part Seven: The Stone Builders]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Now the Stone-builders are in the picture, they are the ones always after Big Chest, and everyone else, the new breed, we are I think their ancesters according to Dennis; I hate to say. Not sure if the old breed is much better than the new breed; they both have their moments. Rosa

One Drunken Day and Night [Prose Poem: Now in Spanish and English] reedited
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This poem, "One Drunken dAy and Night,"is what I'd call, pure poetry in prose. Dennis has taken notes from his time in San Francisco [l968-69]He also wrote a book, "Romancing San Francisco," and put it into poetic prose. I am surpirsed he did this, but he wanted to express I think how it was in his drinking days. He used to walk the Streets of Minneapolis (as well as San Francisco), and wrote poetry and had it published walf drunk, published in the local newspapers in the early l980s [1981-83], he stopped drinkng in l984. And in the 60s, he was drunk all the time. In any case, this poetic expression and experience is very real. Perhaps now was the only time he was able to illustragte this in a moral insifhtful and brief way in words. It is vivid, and experimental for Dennis. Also today at the book store, the author and poet, E.J. Soltermann, commented on Dennis' poem in his new book, "Last Autumn and Winter," called "Night Poem, In the Minnesota Cold," he said: "That is Poetry." I know that is not much, but a powerful statement coming from someone who can judge poetry for its worth. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia: Princess Ais [Part III]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I know Dennis liked this series, I think there are 17 to the whole thing. I am not to inclined to know about Atlantis, but I do like the Romantic parts, and here the King kind of has second thoughts on his behavior, and that turns into a little romantic ism. The princess is form the Ilsand of Iffrikonn, off Europe's coast, and Atlantis according to Dennis is 900-miles from the coast. Rosa

The Troy Burroghs Adventures [The Bridge of Latin Ville]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I don't ever remember this story. It is about bridge, Troy goes to; he is hired to do a survey, and does his job I guess. I am not sure what I was suppose to get out of this story, or what Dennis was trying to say, but perhaps it is better some times to leave well enough alone, everybody needs a place, and if you know where they are, you are one step ahead of the game. Rosa

After Eve [Part Six: Big Chest]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Big Chest occupies a lot of space in this book, and for some reason he took on the second book, which is named after him, in which Dennis' readers only got the first chapter if I recall, I'll have to mention that to him, maybe he forgot, but he fools me all the time, and says he did it because...anyhow, here comes big chest, he is not as high as the Horde is, he is a big fella, and likes to be a bad boy all the time. So it can prove to be interesting. Rosa

After Eve [Part Five: a New World Order]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Saga continues iwth Shrot-legs in the Valle of the Caves where he lives, in the time of the Garden of Eve. We see how he survivesin the cold, and the other seasons. There also is a new world order taking place in this part of the story. How the cycles of life seem to continue, be it then or now. Very interesiting if you such stores of prehistoric man. Rosa

"Suspenders! Yup" and A Strategic World - Two Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I think Dennis tries to stay away from the political arena, although at one time he had his mind full of it, perhaps he got it all out, maybe. Well, here he gets a little more out. And he likes to wear suspenders, and so he is going to tell you about them. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell (Final Chapters: Across the River & Epitaph)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This has been one enduring story for me. Ms Rice is in Hell, and she wants to know where her father is, and she was tricked by one of the demon in hell, well, things got going and she got going and she ended up in a tower, and what she saw she liked, and a few things she didn't like, and the ending is a blow - a whirlwind, a storm - I don't know how else to put it, I am blown away myself. Rosa

The Potato Patch [A Poem: In Spanish And English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I like this kind of story poetry, it kind of makes me think of my own yout, a potato garden, and I always get something out of them. I think Dennis trys everything in life, and if it doesn't work, he feels it was simply not his cup of tea, I think he might be saying that, but he keeps wanting to plant gardens,I wish he'd figure that out: he's not a farmer. Rosa

After Eve (Part Four: Chapter 4 and 5: The Great Tragedy)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Short-legs and Little-eyes, not sure how Dennis got all these characters, I mean if you read all his stuff, he must have a thousand characters, and he keeps their behavior patterns in place [usually]; anyhow, you get to know these two characters more in these chapters,and the Garden, and if you are like me, you fall in love with them a little as time goes on, as theya re the Hick Finn, and Tom Sawyer of the prehistory days I do believe. Rosa

After Eve (Part #3: The Great Worm; Chapters 2&3)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is of course a long story, with 24 Chapters, and it gets into the Garden of Eve, and the Snake, and Little-eyes, one of the prehistory characters, and his friend, and they live outside of this garden, and see Eve coming out with her mate and they are talking, this is the Brith of Communication, but it is only the beginning of the survivl of this story,a nd its remarkable how the narration goes. Rosa

After Eve (Part Two: Chapter one and two) Description & Ancient Language
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Now we are getting into the story, where the narrative gets involved with the characters, kind of giving a profile of htem, and the Garden of Eve, and the two humans that came out of it, and how they, these two characters, similar to Grendal in a light way, see this happening and how they view it. Rosa

After Eve [Conte Philosophique] Part One (Chapter One): The First Ballad
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are 24-chapters to this story, and it is one of the ones I like the best. Dennis did already put chapter one down for people to read on "Big Chest," well, here is the first book on the original story: in this first part you get kind of an introduction, and then get into Chapter one, it is about pre-historic man. He does it as good I think as Jack London, and or Mr. Doyle, in "The Lost World." Rosa

Three Poems on Travel [The: Galapagos, Haiti and Parting]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis' love besides God, me, and poetry is travel, and here we have three of them; one being on death, or "Parting," as he calls it. I am not sure if it is for me, his mother or himself. Oh well, he'll never tell. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell [Chapter 15. Temtation 16. Henchman's Guard]
[Self-Improvement:Spirituality] The story is winding down, coming to an end, we got three more chapters after these two though, and it is getting more interesting. Ms Rice has finally come to the conclusion, she has to find out what she can and cannot get away with; what do they know that she doesn't, and perhaps in the back of her mind, which is really in the back of my mind, is: can she get out of Hell. I really don't know myself yet. Rosa

Peru's Amazon, and Venezuela's Angel Falls (Two Poems with Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two lovely poems, one done with a classical rhyme schema, the other, and bouncing meter, the other more free verse; one on the Amazon, the other more on the Gran Sabana, or the Amazonas. He stretches the two poems out and into two countries, Peru and Venezuela.

A Prayer for Hell [Chapter #13, The Warf & #14, Remembering]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are two more chapters to the ongoing story "A Prayer for Hell," Chapters 13 & 14, out of 19 Chapters. Ms Rice keeps thinking about a tower on the Great wall that divides Hell and the warf, yet she doesn't seem to get to its belltower area. The river or gulf, is 40-miles wide and a mist is lifting, and she is getting more interested in what may be on the other side. Rosa

Winter Birds in Minnesota [a poem with a commentary]
[Pets:Birds] Between Minnesota and Peru, Dennis has done a lot of writing in poetry, but this poem is different, or so it seems, I've never read a poem of birds in winter, and we do have them here in Minnesota, I think they hide and if and when the sun comes out for an hour here or there, so do the birds, and so do the people as if you have to grab the meoment. In this poem Dennis does not try to explain why, or how, just that it is...as in so many places he has gone, he doesn't try to shove himself onto it, just absorbs. I think you will like this one. His Minnesota poems I think might have come out now: "Last Autumn and Winter," what a lovely book on Minnesota.

To Clark A. Smith [Arriving in Hell]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I am always a little uneasy with Dennis doing this genre of poetry, he says there are two sides to the fence, and he has to paint them both. Oh well, so does. This is about the poet Clark A. Smith, and he has his books and a drawing of his, an original, and his first book, and his letters, and an original post card, so he does get into the minds of his subjects, here he follows Mr. Smith down to hell, where he is greeted by none other than Satan. Rosa

The Nefilim: Angelic Warlords [An Epic Poem: Part One of Three]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This poem has been sitting in fragments a long time, and now put together, or at least one third of it. I do hope he puts it all together, before we go to Peru this time; I fear if he doesn't it will never get put together, and I haven't read the other two parts, only heard about them, slightly. For some reason he doesn't chase after this one much, but it seems to have more gravity within him than may do, I mean, he feels more of its spiritaul realm, it is more real to him than most of his stuff. Oh well, it is an Epic poem, about (to me) creatures from outer space; to him, some angelic warlords circling the earth that existed some time ago, and are coming back, and have come back many times in the past. And I do know in the second part, he finds what is happening on the ship, and the third what they want, or part of what they want. I don't think Dennis ever really knew the full story of this, and that is why he was reluctant to write it. Rosa

Poems From Satipo [In English and Spanish]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem on the Satipo Jungle of Peru, we have some land in the jungle, and it is about 300-miles from the Andes, from Hauncayo, Peru, where Dennis will be going in March. He will go back for the 9th time to Peru, to the Andes, spend some time in Satipo, and then back to Lima, and then perhaps to Spain, where he was back in l997; I have been to Europe a number of times, but not to Spain, so this will be great, if we do really go, he is also talking about the Falklands, so who knows. But I'd go anywhere, anytime anyplace with him, he is one big adventure, no matter where he's at. So please enjoy his poem, I did. It is in three parts, but you do not have to wait for them,they are all here. Rosa

Along the Banks of the Amazon [a Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Yes, oh yes, the Amazon is a world unlike anything else, and Dennis has brought me to many jungles in just the six years we've been married, but he talks more on the Amazon than on any other one it seems, to include the Galapagos. Dennis creates a poem for you to read on the jungle, and a commentary. Rosa

Epigrams #33 (Witticism: to Wake Up to (in Spanish and English now))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis had done a few witty sayings in his Cadaverous Planets, and had a few from 1993, and a few from this year and month, and is putting them into a book of poems called, "From the amazon to Satipo," [Jumgle Poems of Peru], and thought he'd share them with you. Rosa

Smirking Cucumbers [a Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis was in Alabama for a few years, at two different times, once in 1969, Huntsville, and the other time at Fort Rucker, he lived off base, and bought a house with a little land to plant during his off duty hours in the Army, that was in 1977-1979. And he never could grow anything, and he tried he said, but bugs would eat the vegetables before they could be picked. He even said, the bugs knew when they had to be picked, so they'd eat them a week before. He never watered them on time, so some would die, and he never thought of buying black dirt, and so he used the old brown mud durt of that area. I doubt he did anything right in trying to grow those vegetables; a city boy you know. I think he gave up after a while, and a retird farmer asked him to use his land, and he'd plant cucumbers and share some with him, and so this was the stepping stone in creating this poem. Rosa

The Macabre Poems [Part Six: Poems: 111 to 126/the last part]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I didn't realize Dennis had so many poems in the book, so you got thema ll. This book I feel is good, because it has many types of rhyme in it, femine, masculine, end, inernal, and so forth, but besides how he created them, he had a lot to say, and I guess he said it with elements of jpoetry, I hope you enjoyed these 126-poems. Rosa

The Macabre Poems [Part Five: poems 81 to 110]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] If you have liked Dennis' Macabre poems up to this point, you will love the rest; he goes into the break down and complexities and stresses of external reality. Free verse, and repetition, alliteration, allusion, theme, tone, it is all here, in a most daring way. Rosa

The Macabre Poems [Part Four: Poems 54 to 80]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Part four to the Macabre poems: some of these poems are of course rebellion against the stodgy realizm of much Victorian literature, and I have taken the symbolist approach, the quickest way to imaginative freedom, mysticl connections between the visible world and what lies beyond it. Dennis

The Macabre Poems [Part Three: poems: 34-56]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I once asked Dennis what are the ingredients in being a writer, and he told me this: "One has to have three main ingredients to being a writer: the love for words, perseverance, and a lot to say," simple and to the point is with his words. And in these poems it seems to fill that soup bowl up to the rim. Imagery, poetry to its unequivocal top; mythical with imaginative freedom, and a bit of romanticism. Rosa

The Macabre Poems [Part Two: poems 18-33]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The Macabre Poems, are from the old style of HP Lovecraft, Clark A. Smith, George Sterling, Robinson Jeffers, ect, with not quite a deep touch as theirs, yet with the freedom at tiems of theirs.It is considered Modernism poetry, and some Post Modernism, in the sense the poetry has density of language or intensity of imagerey, take your pick, symbolism is strong in this poetry also. I hope you like it, Dennis

The Macabre Poems [Part one: 17 poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] "The Macabre Poems," was reviewed by SWIFT magazine, editor Benjamin Szumskyj, and was considered some of the best poetry of its kind in recent years. The book has over 100-poems in it, and was published a few years ago, and here for the first time Dennis has decided to put it out for the the public, or at least some of it, other than having to buy the book. Rosa

The Wolves Nest [ Chapter #7: On the Ice/Cold Draw]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the last chapter in "The Wolves Nest." I guess Dennis did not finish the whole story, and when he went to chapter seven seeing it only had, "On the Ice," for the chapter, he remembered how he wanted to end it (usually he has his ending before he writes his stories, he says to me it's wise that way), so he wrote it on the 24th of January, and reedited it today, the 26. This story goes back a aways, to 2002. It concludes on a big lake in Northern Minnesota, where he has spent time, and has walked those lakes, been in the woods, that that he is a nature boy, he is not, he likes everything: it is all part of life, so he says. Anyhow, this has an ending I can deal with, sometimes they get to me. I hope you like it. Rosa

Mayor Parraga, San Jeronimo, Peru: Appoints Siluk, Poet Laureate [In English and Spanish]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] It has been a good year and it has just started, Dennis was given the title of Poet Laureate of the City, a great honor, they do love him in Peru. And so here are the details, of why, what, where and who. For those more interested in his resolution on paper, it will be put on his website as soon as possible. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell: The Towers [Chapter 12]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Strange things are happening in hell, Ms Rice is wondering why they are being nice to her. There seems to be somethign strange about the wall and tower that is on it. I myself have not read Chapter 13 yet, only 12, so this is all I can say. Rosa

The Age of Today [Dream Vision/ Four Poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dreams can be quite an inspiration, if only you can connect the dots. I wake up sometimes, pen and paper by my bed and connect them before they disappear. I carry a pen and pad of paper in my jacket, and shirt pocket. It is funny we daydream, nigh dream, and think all the time, if only we had time to live, or perhaps do nothing. In these poems, I call "The Age of Today," are poems simply as they may be, of today, thoughts poping in and out of my head. Dennis

Poetry: as a Taskmaster [And an Ode]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is one of my poems, "Ode to the:Luring ripples," and a prose poem on Poetry itself, how it demands, and demands, and you have to feed her. I hope you like it. Dennis

San Jeronimo, Peru [A nice place to visit; or retire]
[Travel-and-Leisure] Here is a place I have visited a number of times, and is a great place to retire. It is sad to say, but true, many people can not retire in the United States anymore, it is too expensive, and the climate is not always so good. The Mantaro Valley area has the best climate in the world, and San Jeronimo, and its sister city, Huancayo, near by area, or can be, an excellent choice, and affordable place to retire, or just visit.

The Peanut Man [Los Portal: --Plaza de Armes, Vera Cruz]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This was a great trip in 2003, when we went to Vera Cruz, which according to my husband is the best place in Mexico, and he's been in Mexico a dozen times, and to most of the hot spots, but Vera Cruz is the one place he keeps talking about. Perhaps there are not all that many Gringos there, that is why. He thinks it is his secret place in Mexico. I just received a message over the phone from the Mayor of San Jeronimo, Peru, that they have awarded him the title of Poeta Laureado de San Jeronimo, Peru. Which is really the whole Mantaro Valley, and is part of Huancayo, the area has 1.5 million people in it. And will be given the cross of the city when he arrives there in March, for the three books he has writtten on Peru, and its culture; such an honor. Rosa

Ministers of Doom [Part IV to Project: Space Tomb]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is one of the best creative space stories I've read in a long time. Project: Space Tomb was suppose to be one short story, that ended up being three, and the first in English and Spanish. It will go into a forth coming book in 2006 or 2007, under the title The Eldritch Carvings," I do believe. Well, it never had an ending for the most part, and Dennis in July of 2005, had written a summation of the ending, and here you can have it, although I'm not sure if it ended or not, I'm not even sure if he will let me know if there is more to it or not. But whatever, we know how the people think, and what they intend to do if allowed, and that is better than nothing, in this rather short SF-drama. Rosa

Old Josh, Reckless Times [Ozark, Alabama - 1857]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A New Josh Story, them seem to pop in his head so quick I can't keep up with them. This time Josh is on the plantation waiting for his son Silas, who is coming back home from New Orleans. Dennis and I were both in New Orleans some years back, and of course you know he lived in Ozark, in the 1970s. The story gets a little sexy, but not too much, thank goodness. Rosa

Angelina of Glastonbury: and the Devil's Wall (Part V: AD 1147)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part five to the Angelina of Glastonbury series, which I did not know was going to be a seires: the Devil's Wall. We have seen Phillip in war as a man, and we have seen her husband in war as a knight, now we see her grandfather in war. Death is always close by if Angelina is there, so it seems. Rosa

Arizona-Blue: Testing the Ice [Chapter Six]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Arizona Blue: Testing the Ice, is still in the woods with Feba, and the lake is just beyond their campsite. This story was written in 2002, revised in 8/2005, unpublished until now, and re-edited in 1/2006. There is one chapter left, if Dennis will only put it up. Rosa

Arizona-Blue, in: To the Lake [Chapter Five]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is one of the last chapters to the short story 'The Wolves Nest—in the North,' here he sees an Indian, and seems to be thinking of his fate, which bothers him, in the sense of dying in the cold, and not by gunfight. Rosa

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter: Southward Bound [Chapter Four of Seven]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story was started long ago it seems, and Dennis had given everybody three chapters of "The Wolves Nest--in the North," so here is now Chapter 4 of 7, "Southward bound" where he and Feba struggle in the wild to stay alive, in Northern Minnesota, in 1877. Written 2002/revised 8/2005 [Unpublished]; revised 1/2006. Rosa

Old Josh, in: Black-hide!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis hasn't done an Old Josh in a while, know he has four or five hidden someplace, but this one came out of the blue today, funny, it brings back old memeories. He used to live in Ozark, Alabama, and used to go drinking in the bars downtown in the mid 70s, so he said, and talked to a few old timers there, and went in the back of the cematary, where there were shacks, and so forth, he lived in a small cottage of sorts, not much better it sounds. Anyhow, Josh meets a stranger, one that brings back old memories, and one who has caused him some pain. It is a good story, and one that makes you think. I guess if one is to be a brother, I think the story says, then be one. On the other hand, it is kind of sad for a Josh story, in that it shows (perhaps too much of the truth) a pretense that does not go away until the grave is close by. Rosa

Angelina of Glastonbury: And the Cart of Heads [IV]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is Dennis' third part to the original body of work, "The Rape of Angelina," in all four stories, although, the three linking parts are really sketches of how Dennis preceives the people in Angelina's live most closest to her, and little background. In this story, one sees the Green Knight, prior to his meeting Angelina, and he has a dream of her, etc. Rosa

Pure Poetry
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Finaly we get his view on what Pure Poetry is, it thought it just a term he made up, perhaps it is not. In anycase I have a better understanding in what he is doing now, but he shifts like the wind, and comes back as if he might lose someting if he does't. Roas

The House of Forever & The Poet's House (7-Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] These two sets of seven poems: "The House of Forever" (4-poems) and "The Poet's House" (2-poems) are set in a weird style of sorts, Dennis called Pure Poetry, where symbolism and images seem to take the forefront. In these poems we see as usual: Death, the poet, aging. On the same line as "War House," poetry, but I do not see are war in this these. Roas

Dancing Dark Spiders [a Poetic Mytho]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Note: Written: April, 2004; revised January, 2005 [prose poetry], "Dancing Dark Spiders" I seem to remember this one, he has done illistrations for all his poetic Mythos, they scare me more than the stories do. This one takes place on an island where there are spiders real big; I remember he took me in the Amazon at night, and god help us all, there were these giant spiders bigger than his head, I think he got it from them, this story that is. Rosa

Strange Nights [a poetic Mytho]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This is the week for Poetic Mythos I guess, but I do like this one; I mean, the other ones scare me, this one seems not to, and it should I think. Anyhow, it is as it says, strange, and deed into the eldritch dark he goes. Rosa

Things that are Dark [Poetic Mythos]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are four poems, Dennis classifies as Poetic Mythos, or pure poety as he calls it. He is under consideration for Poet of the City, by the mayor of San Jeronimo, Peru [Poeta Laureado de la Ciudad de Jeronimo] it was good news, perhaps it might be the whole Montaro Valley, we will find out soon. So enjoy the poems here, they are swift in a weird way. Rosa

The Lotus Demon of Mercury [A Poetic Mytho]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is another Mytho, and weird as ever, in his cosmic mind, it takes you to Mercury, and the Lotus Demon are waiting. I think I'll stay here, its safer. Rosa

The Age of Light (With the: Macabre Pier (a Poetic Mytho))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is the longest Mytho of Dennis' I do believe, and it deals with devils and Hell, and god knows what else, it is pure Macabre for the lovers of that design. You get you cup filled to the rim with this one; actually you get two connecting mythos. Rosa

Legend of:The Great Jaguar Beasts Of Teotihuacan [a Poetic Mytho]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Note: written: as a short story, 2003, rewritten in January, 2005 as Poetic Mythos; pictures drawn between 3/2004-5/2004. Here Dennis brings out the beast of 22,700 BC that roamed the area of what is known today as Teotihuacan. Rosa

The Haunted Lighthouse Near Reykjavik [Poetic Mythos]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Notes: written: as a short story, 12/21/2004; rewritten 1/2005, as prose poetry "The Haunted Lighthouse near Reykjavik" a poetic Mytho, that brings out the dark side of poetry, with the Tiamat involved with this Mytho. Rosa

Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is one of the 11-Poetic Mythos Dennis wrote: written: in January and revised in February of 2005; it brings out the what he calls 'pure poetry'and is on the Spirits of Malta. Rosa

The War House Poems [Now in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] War poems for Iraq I think. Rosa

The Troy Burroghs Adventures in: Old Man Rice [And the Tri-Told-Tales]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I like my Troy, and here are three stories in a row. Rosa

The Troy Burroghs Adventures, in: The Snow-Head
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is my man, Troy, I love the guy, he has a problem with his son-in-law (which there is a lot of truth to this story, and it continues--sad but true, I'd make him a snow-head if I was the author also). Must had been a bad dream. Rosa

Angelina of Glastonbury, and the Perfect Squire
[Arts-and-Entertainment] It is interesting Dennis has decided to fill in the spaces of Angelina's life, I wonder if this is it, his 3rd part to this ongoing sage. I really enjoyed the first story, long as it may be, and I've got to reread these two over to see how I feel, but I do find it nice to have Angelia back. Rosa

A Chilly World Ahead [Part II]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is just a political view, nothing to get upset about, so just read it and enjoy the commas ... life will go on. Some folks get bent over simply opinions, and we all have them. If my view is distorted for you, than I hope yours is better, and I can live with that. I don't like writing on world events, although I did my share of them, everybody gets offended,until after the fact, then they don't say a word, as if you were the culpert, not the messanger. Oh well, so be it. Enjoy a cup of Tea, on me. Dennis

Angelina of Glastonbury: the Headman's Axe
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is the follow up I would guess, to the first story of Angelina: "The Rape of Angelian..." very interesting. Angelina finds her self trying to rescue her huaband from the Tower of London. Rosa

A Passing Era [Three Poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three new poems: one of Faulkner, one of a little boy how runs away from school, and the main poem, "A Passing Era," all set to warm the evening up before you go to bed. Rosa

The Last Trumpet [A Prophetic Poem: now in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I can't start to tell you the history behind this poem: but what I can share is this, it was made up of 50-visions, Dennis had in l984 (7-months of visions, and 18-months in writing the poem), and he gave the Manuscript [MS] to two clergy, and one died, and that MS got lost; and the other one lost the manuscript likewise, and he lost his. Then for 13-years no one could find the third MS, his personal one, then it was found (misplaces), and Dennis put it into a book form. If asked, and he was: "Did God tell you to do this, get it out to the people," he'd say 'no,' and add, "I wanted to do this, He [God] just gave the visions, I suppose out of love to convert me, and he did. (And He told me so…what I’m telling you). And for whatever reasons I put them in a poetic form, and gave them away; and thus far, they've all come true. It’s funny, all to convert one person." 1/14/06 Rosa

Watching from the Veranda [The Middle East Entangled]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis started this story in 2004, and let it sit for about 18-months, until today that is, and here it is, he did have to revise it a little, since Arifat has passed on, and reedit it. But it shows a gloomy picture of what could possibly trigger the fire to an all out WWIII, war. Dennis received a thank you letter and a picture signed from Ariel Sharon, a few years back pertaining to one of his books. So this was perhaps written right after that letter (the letter was in the winter of 2003). Rosa

A Prayer for Hell [Chapters 10: The Walls; and 11: Huwawa )
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is chapter 10 and 11, there are several more to go, and it is getting more interesting by each chapter, I forgot what happens, although I read it I do believe after he wrote it, and the ending was...can't say but it is not what you expect.Written in 2004, Dennis kind of let this sit in his computer under a different name, and now it is of course, its new name, and he is just reviewing the chapters to see if they are complete. Rosa

The Alabama, Goatman [In Spanish and English Now]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I know when I came intot the bookstore, he was writing, and he kissed me, and forgot what he was writing about thereafter, then all of a sudden he waved me silent, and finished his story, and we went to eat. Funny how stories come to somefolks. This one is weird one. Rosa

Hymn to Manco Inca [and Commentary on Translations]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I always enjoy when Dennis snaps out of his pocket one our Peru's trandtions, and here is a good one on Manco Inca. Rosa

The Tale of: The Feathered Serpent
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story was originally published in the author’s book, “Everyday’s an Adventure, 2002; revised 2003 and republished again in another book. This I consider to be a very special litttle story. I'm glad Dennis has chose to publish it here on in 2006.

The Diamond Caddo Estates
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is quite a different story, weird in its right, and it seems to have some kind of message in it, especially for Hollywood. Rosa

The Cephalopoda: Queen of the Arctic
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Part one to this story was completed on June 29, 2002, and the other two parts on, July 1, 2002; reedited and slightly revised, 1/9/2006. It was inspired by the drawing of Clark A. Smith's, ‘Nightmare,’ presently owned by the author, and shown on the site ‘The Eldritch Dark.’Rosa

Children to Parents
[Home-and-Family:Parenting] Children should be more respectful to thier parents, it is a simple and direct message to the kids out there, from south to north America. Rosa

The Old Man, And the Tides of Winter
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a story with a dog involved and an old man, and a cold Minnesota winter. Dennis wrote it about three years ago. Rosa

The Seventh Born Son [Part II] Revised [Number Five: Final Kill]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Again, all I can say is, this is a great story, and it has Mr. Bram Stokers, inspiration tied into it. Rosa

The Seventh Born Son [Transylvania] Part I of II
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story is a powerful story, and was more than once, reviewed with great acclaim, I hope you like it. Rosa

Colored Clouds Over Beijing
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis did go to China in l996 (he was one of the first groups to go when China oppened it doors to the world), not sure where he got this story, it is sad at best, but written well I feel, and some truth to it, I just wonder where it is...and how much. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: The Deep Blue Sea
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Another Troy adventure: a little different. Rosa

The Troy Burroghs: The Thief [Now in English and Spanish]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is my Troy Buroghs again. I knew he was someplace in Boston, didn't know when, so I suppose this story seeps out of that. He is quite autobiographable, I mean, somehow he is inside of each story, not sure what personage, and 99% of the places he writes about, he's been to. So this is a different kind of story. For me it's fun trying to figure out what part is him, in these sketchs. Rosa

The Cat Poem (Now in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Well, I suppose, we can't agree on everything, can we? Yes, I had 15-cats, as the poem indicates. I picked up every stray cat in Lima, Peru, that came to my door, and in Peru, there are many. Anyhow, take the poem for a laugh, I did, and I still love cats.

The Dark Hands of Agaliarept: Kamau's Shadow
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis is occasionally writing for SSWFT, a magazine, of weird tales out of Australia (not internet), and here is one he dedicates to its Editor, yet you get it before he gets it. It is a magazine for writters; so I hope you enjoy the story.The Editor has said, Dennis' story of "The Rape of Angelina," which is in the book 'Death on Demaond,' "...perhaps, one of the most powerfully written stories of the last decade..." Ben Szumskyj And here is a nice one also. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: Water [Now in: English and Spanish]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I heard about this story, but forgot it, it was back in l967, when my husband was in Seattle Washington, and was invited to a party, and they ate ice cubes, and he had asked for a sandwish, seeing some bread on the counter, and the girl said: no, no we just eat ice cubs at this part. Perhaps they all had anemiha, whatever there is truth to every Troy Burroughs story, if you know where it is, and I only know a few of them. Rosa

Three Poems from the Story: "Kush"
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Never heard of this story, he's been writing something at the book story, he does his own art work for all his stories, and sometimes the folks like his art wrok better than his poems and short stories, he won an award for art, and so I've seen two drawings he did for the stories, now the poems, good. He also does all the art work for his books, soon to be 32. Rosa

The Old Man of Acopalca (A Poetic Tale)(In English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a poem that will be in Dennis' forth coming book, "Poetic Images out of Peru," due in the begining of March, 2006, so you get it first. Rosa

A Troy Burroghs: "Escape For Your Life or Die Farting" [In Spanish & English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I can't remember reading this one, and I got no comment on it except, he used to drink before I knew him. And you girls be sure to watch out for drinkers; especially after this horrid story. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: Eagle Eye
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I like Troy a lot, he seems to be the other side of Dennis sometimes, but I don't like it when he gets messed up with issues like guncontrol, but it is hard i suppose to change your ways, for both of them. It is a nice story, and Dennis like Troy was up at Camp Riply [l992-93], before I was married to him, so I do not know what took place up there, but you can bet, Dennis gave Troy all he knew about it. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell: Chaper #9 "Hades River"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are on Chapter #9, and there are 19 short chapters to this story, or about 17,000-words total, as Dennis goes through these chapters;the story was written 2/2004, and Dennis took it back out in December of 2005, and we are getting it now. Alexandera seems to have found a little relief. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell: Chapter #8 "Night over Hell"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Hell is packed with the souls, one on top of the other, so the chapter reads,and a good surprise seems to take place for once, I say for once, because in this story, there isn't much niceness at all. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell: Chapter #7: Tearless Eyes
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story goes one about a woman who asked for Hell, and got it, and is now dealing with it. It is a different kind of story, can't remember ever reading about something like this. Almost done in poetic prose it seems at times. Here is Chapter Seven (7)Rosa

A Chilly World Ahead
[News-and-Society] Here is a nice article about current events. Rosa

Tangor: 'Tuwaqachi' (The World Complete, English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is an interesting adventure of Tangor--space traveler. I like it. Rosa

Jumping into Bed: Winter Poetry (in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This is cozy poetry I do believe, and when he wrote "Sleep Winter Wife," I was unsure about the end, but he does wake me up,and I'm half sleeping so I hang on to the back of his belt so I don't hit anything on my way to the bedroom. I guess that will pass. Enjoy. Rosa

New Orleans: Revelry [a poem and commentary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I am happy to see Dennis do a poem and Commentary on New Orleans, he took me there in 2003, and we had a nice time. I think the Lord gives and he takes, and in this case, he is giving back. I hope New Orleans does not forget this. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: The Omaha Spy
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here Troy was going a little too far, I had to let Dennis know, it was not in Troy's character to to go beyond his values, and so he did a little modification. Now I like him again. He's my hero. Rosa

Troy Burroghs: and the Doc
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humor] I do like Troy a lot, and I do thing now I can tell you. I told Dennis never to make Troy mean, and he change the ending of course to this story, there was a bullet in the gun and it did go off; but change is always good. Dennis made some corrections in the dialogue. Rosa

The Grim Ghoul [ A Poem with a Commentary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] He was reading and writing today in the book store, 10-years aga, as usual, and he got onto the Ghoul again, but I think he has within it a message, and I kind of like it. Rosa

Attitude and Meaning in Poetry
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] First I've seen of this, he must had done it late last night. But I see he did change the poem. Ha ha, Rosa.

Tangor's Voyage, and the Mud-Cloud [now in: English and Spanish] Revised/Reedited 2-2007
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I think Dennis' note in this chapter of Tangor's Voyage, and the Mud-cloud, is almost as big as the chapter, but it is most interesting, fiction or not, it makes a sense to me, and I guess I never thought of how they got water, and this at least puts it to rest for me. Rosa

Troy Burroghs, and the Cake
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Troy is back in town, and with cake to think about. Rosa

A Prayer, for Hell (Chapter #6 "She Spots Her Father")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The story now is having many corners to it, Hell, her father and the Tall man all become real people for a moment. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia (Atlantis-Part II: The Necropolis)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He has a facination like a lot of folks do I suppose, with Atlantis, and has in the past several years purchased every book he could find on the subject. He was in the Azores, which he says is the tip of Atlantis. True or not, he has some good tales here. He has 17-Parts to his story which was completed about two years ago, under the name Port of Poseidonia, and now reworked. Rosa

Hidden Falls-St. Paul, Minnesota (a Sonnet)-A Rewarded Search
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A beautiful sonnet by Dennis on Hidden falls, St. Paul, Minnesota, he took me there Christmas Day, he himself,originally from St. Paul, had never been there, he said, "I never knew it existed until I saw it on a Minnesota Calander, and then I looked on a few mapas for it, then asked several people, and found out only one knew where it reallyw as..." and the rest is history. Rosa

A Prayer, for Hell [Interlude;The Dungeons & Chapter #5: "Agaliarept"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Ms Rice is in Hell, and meets a mysterious man, and the journey really starts right about here...wherever she may end up, I can't remember if my husband told me, its been a year since he worked on this story, and you are getting it first. This is Chapter 5 of 18. Rosa

A Prayer, for Hell [Chapter #4 "Fifteen Billion"]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here in Chapter four one gets the full message Ms Rice got her wish, I think; she is in Hell, but where is her father? 14-chapters to go. Rosa

A Prayer for Hell [Chatper #3: At Hell's Gates]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are now getting into the mroe intense area. There are 18-chapters to the story, this being the third, they get bettera nd better, and a hell gets hotter and hotter. Rosa

A Prayer, for Hell [Chapter 1 & 2 of 18]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This whole story is quite interesting, I talked to Dennis about it a few years ago, and he told me some of it, and it was hard at first to believe, but now I guess it doesn't sound to far off the track, I suppose there are people who might think and say that. I mean, say I'd take hell before heaven, I can put that into my mind without feeling wrong. Rosa

The Wild Dove (a Sonnet to Elvis)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I never heard of Elvis, when I grew up in the mountains of Peru, I did here of Nat King Cole, because he sang songs in both Spanisha and English. But when I met my husband I had heard the name, and now I like his music. So I'm happy to see he done a sonnet for him. Rosa

The Legend of: The Vast Viper of Cajatambo
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Well, I fell to sleep in the big chair, and he writes the Legend of the "Vast Vipers of Cajatambo" I know where the place is, and it is beautiful as he says it is, but I do not think it is unsafe to go to, it is rough though, and there are no hotels, and perhaps you can find a house or two willing to let you stay overnight, for a few dollars, and it is covered with snow, but this legend thing, I'm not sure where that came from: besides his head, or a dream. I'll have to read it again. And the Wanka's they are in the Hauncayo area, and the Inca's are in the other direction, I wonder how he got the Wanka's involved here, another interesting fragment. Perhaps he knows something I don't know. Rosa

Rogue Poetry (Eight Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Eight Poems: all in two days, he put them out, he has been thinkng,reading, writing like a madman almost, 20-hours in two days, that is normal though for him. He just got his poetry and his book, "Spell of the Andes," a full page article on JP Magazine, from Huancayo, Peru. They seem to love him in Peru, as he does a lot of Poetry in Spanish and English. These are great thinking poems. I think it calls it Rogue Poetry, because he feels like one when he writes them, as he said before, he goes by his moods. Rosa

Highway of the Dead [Two poems: Clark A. Smith]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are two new poems, I think Dennis is still in the strange world of the...(not sure what to call it)...of the strange. Rosa

The World of the Macabre
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a strange world indeed the world of the Macabre, and I like staying away from it, but my husband seems to shift now and then (into it), not sure if that is wise, but he does bring out some interesting things, on his way home. Rosa

Night Poems From Minnesota [Now is Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are a few more of Dennis poems, evidently he wrote them yesterday, and finished late early Wednesday evening, when I was alseep. He loves his Minnesota, and, now his Peru. Rosa

Family Poems: Out of Minnesota [Now in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are some poems Dennis wrote today, while I fell to sleep on the table at the Cafe. He just keeps on writing, and writing, where he gets these new ideas is beyond me, but they are fresh, and just off the press. Rosa

Elsie's Christmas (Back in '32)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis and his mother were very close, and so he wrote this poem for her, and she kept it in her top drawer for 20-years, and when she died, two years 1/2 years ago, he found it, and so here it is again. Rosa

Troy Burroghs, in Chicago
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we go with another Troy Burroughs, he is now in Chicago, and I suppose getting in trouble. It reminds me, Dennis was there a few times. Rosa

Troy Burroghs, and the Snow Sign
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I really like this one of Troy; actually I like all of Troy's adventures, but this one I can't help but laugh everytime I read it. Rosa

Nightmare Well (A Poem-With Commentary)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis seems to have many moods this Christmas season, and here is a well full of them. Rosa

The Fable of Big Chest: The Assemblage (Part Two; Chaper one)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] The saga begins, the second book of After Eve, never published before, and Dennis is starting to rework it. This is a time right after Eve's creation, and the tie when her and Adam had to leave the Garden. Rosa

A Peruvian Christmas Tale (in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I'm surprised Dennis came up with this tale at the last minute before Christmas, we had just taken a trip up to Snow White Mountains in October, 2005,and this is what we get out of it. It is a warm story. In addition, we did stop by and see the Mayor, so there are bits and pieces of truth to this story. Rosa

Aforgomon's Creation [Poetic Prose]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] An interesting cadaverous, Macabre poem of sorts. Rosa

Tales of Poseidonia (Atlantis' Dark Powers; Part I)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we are with a new series. Dennis had finished them, 11-of them anyhow, 9/16/2004, and had six more he needed to finish, and for more which never really got to the second stage. Here I think we are going to get the 11, and perhaps the other 6. It is on Atlantis' Demise, the last days of Atlantis you could say, or years. They are told in parts, and all should connect, or can be enjoyed seperately. Rosa

Meet the Author: Dennis L. Siluk (Reviews Complied by: Rosa Penaloza )
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Humanities] What can I say, it's all in the body of the work. Rosa

"One Horse and Six Men" (Arizona Blue - Gunfighter)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis did do another Arizona Blue story, just for me, and you of course. If you want another one let me know. Rosa

"White With Haste" (Footsteps of H.P. Lovecraft)-A Dedicated Poem
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is one of Dennis' new poems: macabre style, dedicated to Mr. Lovecraft. Rosa

"Near Huancayo, Peru" (And Four Other Mixed Poems)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This time Dennis put all five different poems together; one for his lovely Huancayo, and Montaro Valley, two for Minnesota, and two for his strange world he seems to fall into now and then. Rosa

The Abyss of the Black Sea [Part III to: the Great Tower at Kura] Re edited
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I asked Dennis to go to bed, but he had this idea for the Great Tower at Kura, which he wrote some time ago, and had to put Part three into it. It seems to me he wrote this story last year sometime, and published it in two parts in April of this year, and now, December 14, 2005, he's added Part III. It is very interesting if you like the sea, and and ancient civilizations, and discoveries; compacted all into one.Rosa

Dr. E.P. Tiara's Gravity Pill (1899)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A strange story, but interesting. Rosa

Poems from the Attic
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] While cleaning out 12 bags of papers, I discovered these poems on sheets of paper, and several others, so I thought it would be nice to share them with you. And so with my husband's permission, here they are. Incidently, poetry for my husband goes back to when he was 12 years old; it is a true love of his. Rosa

The Fable of: Big Chest [The Advance]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] In this story, we see Big-chest as the main character; not Little-eyes and his partner as in the previous story "After Eve," (both written in 2002)which has been published a few years now. Big-chest being an ape like character, with a small capasity to reason. There are 13-chapters to this story.First you get the 'Advance,' then the 'Profile of the past,' then chapter 1 thru 13. "After Eve," was written first, and then came "Big Chest" Part II, to the sage, never before published.Rosa

Big Chest and the Lion
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story was written in 2002, and published in 2003, it was a chapter out of the book, "After Eve," and then Dennis did Part two to this book, called,‘Big Chest and the Lion’ its sequel; well the second story never got published, so I think Dennis is giving you this chapter story of a stoneage period, as a prelude into the unpublished second book. I really liked the first one, I kind of fell in love with some of the characters. Rosa

More Winter Poems: of Minnesota
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I always like his poems, especially when they are of some location we've been, and Minnesota or Peru, seems to always have a special touch to them, plus he dedicated one for me. I hope you like them. Rosa

Lost Canyon [Chapter Six/End Chapter]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This ending I really like in "Lost Canyon," I shouldn't say that I guess, it might make me sound blood thirsty, it just has a good twist is what I mean. Rosa

Planet SSARG: Blood Lust (Chapter Nineteen: End to the Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Well folks, this is the end for now of Siren and Planet SSARG, I'm not sure if you'll like the end, but it gives one food for thought. Rosa

The Macabre Pier [An Epic Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] This epic poem was written some time last year, and was a part two, to another poem, which that other part, the first part got put into a chapbook, this didn't. Rosa

Planet SSARG: The Quiet Mound (Chapter Eighteen)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Only one more Chaper of Planet SSARG to go; what can happen in one simply chapter, I don't know, but in this one, the Quiet Mound, it brings a lot of things together. Rosa

Planet SSARG: The Jackal-Blezza e'l (Chapter Seventeen)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] We are gettng close to the end, I think 19-chapters. In this one we see another battle coming about, this time with Jackals, and who wins? I can't tell you, but it is getting to the end, and sometimes, Dennis' ending are not what we expect. A publisher asked Dennis recently,to send him the rest of a short story he wrote, one you folks have not seen, he can't let it out I gues, not yet. Anyhow, the editor wrote back and asked for the ending of the short story, and he said, "You got it." Oh well, what can I say. I hope you enjoy it, I'm begining to like Siren and the weird animals on this planet called SSAGR. Rosa

HP Lovecraft: A Postcard Dated April 12, l927
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis was very happy to get his postcard today; he has many such items, but this is the first he ever wished to share with the public. I'm happy he can. Rosa

Winter of Death [about dying]
[Self-Improvement:Grief-Loss] When I first read this, I was sad, then when I re-read it, I was not, it was beautiful I thought, yes, still a little sad, but as Dennis always tells me, sadness is simply a way of saying, we had good times, and I miss them. Rosa

Troy Burroghs Adventures: The Angry Maid (#3)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Troy Burroghs, you just never know what he's up to, I think there are 22 stores on him he did back in 2002. Here we have a maid who lost a job, and this really has nothing to do with his brother, I doubt he ever had a maid, but we used to, can't figure where this one is coming from, but it in interesting, and Dennis will never tell me. Rosa

Planet SSARG: "The Great Battle" (Chapters 15 Part two; and 16)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Part two to Chapter #15, and Chapter 16, only three more chapters to go to find out what happens to Siren. It has been an interesting journey...

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter: Lady in White [End Chapters]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a heartbraker, I really got to like Arizona, and now that he put it in print, I am kid of sad. He originally wrote it in 1990, before I knew him, and it was in the basment someplace when we first got married, and he pulled it out from a lot of papers. Then in 4/2002, he revised it, and I begged him not to do what he did. And now I see he did what he had done originally in l990. Oh well, he has a few more someplace I think. Rosa

The Woodchopper's Henchmen (A dark Poem (and Dennis' reviews for 2005))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Not sure if I can call this a prose epic poem or what, it is scary if anything. I know Dennis shifts to a dark side sometimes, and boy does he pull out the dark side of the world. I like it, but I think it is scary, and where he gets those creatures I'll never know. Oh well, I hope he comes up with a Crhistmas one now. Here are some recent updated review of Dennis':

Forenoon Snow (Minnesota's Emerald Snow)(Now In Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A new and lovely poem on Minnesota's winter. Rosa

The Account of: The Apparition Tiamat
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I suppose Sinned was the antagonist for them, and now he is gone, and the world starts over again. Now what? Note: Originally this introduction to a new series was done in written out some time in 2002-03; and updated, 12/4/2005; after the three Tiamat books of Dennis’ were released in 2002. He had finished in draft form, three other very short stories or sketches, and a few he found recently. He never perused this much beyond the three books. But for those interested, this short sketch tells what happens after the last days (or what the third book specifies is the last days) of Yort, the city on the hill, in the year about 6800 BC; thus, this would be a decade thereafter, or there about. Today, 12/4/05, he has gone over the short story, and here it is. Dennis also had done a 4th book, a 25 page book, and that was suppose to have been the end of it all, but as always he had a few more things hidden, from himself I do believe. Rosa

Planet SSARG (Chapters 13-Part II, 14, and half of 15)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Part two of Chapter #13, and all of #14, and half of #15, I guess you get them when he rewrites them, they are presently on napkins he had hidden someplace; I don't even know where they are. We only have 19-chapters, and then I think there are independent chapters, several of them, not in particular related to SSARG, a few are I think. Now we are with a new journey going back to the grasslands. Rosa

Winter Poems of Minnesota (four poems)(Now in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is Dennis' way of thinking and feeling for this winter I guess, and I'm all for it; you'll see why. Rosa

The Bastard Giants: The Creation of a Race - Legacy
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis wrote this out in 5/2002, was going to put it into a book he was writing, and never did. There are three parts to it, and he just went through the first, the one you are reading today, December 1, 2005, and I think he's going to lunch now, it is 1:59 PM, and I don't think you'll get the other two parts for a day or two, who can tell with him. Rosa

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter: Meeting at the Red Dog
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis has about nine files he uses for saving his stories and going back to them later, and this one can be considered the Forgotten Episode of Arizona Blue, it was lost in file #2, and as I mentioned, he is no on file 9, in which he has severl hundred stories in these files, and poems, and articles. Not all finished, but he thought Arizona Blue was. This story was done right after Dennis went to the Red Dog bar in Alaska, he has been in Alaska twice, once with me, at the Red Dog, and once without me, before my time. I think we went to the Red Dog in the summmer of 2001, and he wrote it above seven months later in January of 2002. He liked the saloon very much, and left a dollar on the mirror with his name as often folks do I guess. I hope you like the story, it is how Dennis seen Blue there, and perhaps it will be how you would see him. Rosa

Lost Canyon [Chapters Four and Five of Six]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I didn't realize this, but Dennis wrote this while in Lima, Peru on 11/11/2005, about a week after we came back from Bogota, and a week before we came back to Minnesota. Somehow I thought he just wrote it a few days ago. Not so. Anyhow, he was looking in Bogota, at a creature with long ears, at the National Museum, and it was said to had been roaming the North American Coast some time in the early to mid, 1600s; human like, with long ears, and white. And he examined the creature, even drawing a picture of the creatue on the spot. And I guess he wrote the story thereafter. Funny how he picks them up, adds a little here and there. The island I suppose is by Easter Island, we were on it a few years back, and I think he is using the Grad Sabana, as a background (cliffs and rivers), we were there six years ago. It all fits though, now that I am reading it, along with you. I'm not sure how this ends, to be frank,I'm in the dark like you. Rosa

Planet SSARG: Hearts of Buzzards [Part one of two/Chapter #13]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a great story, and Dennis has worked it out to its end, so it is just a matter of putting it up, I think 19-Chapters. In this one: Chapter #13, Siren is missing and there are two armies wanting a leader,and two leadaers are about to take action,which will come in part Two; part one is the preparation for the fight. Rosa

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter, in: "Lady in White": The Next Day [Chapter Three of Six]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Againg I must say, one of Dennis' most popular ongoing stories must be Arizona Blue - Gunfighter; he did 12 stories, and I will put them all here for you folks who are following them (I've noticed several Internet Sites have picked this series up, I don't blame them))out of demand for them, he did two *stories, oen being the most recent, and last one)): Index *Two stories created by demand for the series to continue on… 1—Lady in White,[1885] Episode Three, written 1990; revised 2001, published 2002; revised August, and November, 2005 2—Wild Flower, [1882] Episode Two; written l990; revised 2001, published 2002; revised 2005 3—Mexican Stand-off [1884] Episode Three; 2001; published 2002; revised July 2005; Deadwood, South Dakota 4—Wolves Nest [In the North Country] Episode five, written 2002, revised 2005 (Part of the North Chapters) 5—Another Town—l878 [1844] Episode Four; 2002/Revised July, 2005; Cheyenne, Wyoming 6—Crazy Sam 1884; Episode Six; written July, 2005; Deadwood, South Dakota (lost chapter: story) 7—A Rough Year—1844 [1878] Episode Seven; Written August 2005; Cheyenne, Wyoming 8—In the Wagon (1844) 8/15/05 9—Purple, Gray Skies (1844-Falstaff, Arizona) 8/2005 *10—Abilene-Lorato (Arizona-Blue, l887) Written 9/15/005 *11—A Fools Draw (1870s) Written 11/29/05

Troy Burroghs In NYC [Troy Burroghs: Surrealist-Traveler]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis wrote this series some years ago, and he was using a combination of spontanious writing with dreams and of course what he knows best, be it travelin, etc; issues at the moment, and adding whatever into them, like a painter would. And this is what you get, Troy Burroughs. He did about 20-of them, and I enjoyed them more for the laughing, and humor in them: even if they do not make any sense at times.I just think they are funny. Rosa

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter: Crazy Sam (The lost, Episode)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis had done several Arizona Blue stories, to be exact, maybe six. Anyhow, he had written down, "Crazy Sam," and forgot he did it, but saw the title, and couldn't figure where he put it. He found it yesterday, it was on napkins from the cafe, where he writes. It was the last of the stories he did, in July 2005. Although you do not see a lot of Arizona Blue in the story, it is a charming one, and one that can help the reader undersand "Lady in White," better, I do believe, it has for me. It kind of tells that even Arizona Blue longed for a lasting and caring relationship: as he looks back at Crazy Sam, and sees him with his family. He must had thought something. Rosa

Arizona Blue - Gunfighter (The Meeting of the Lady in White; Chapter Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This story is getting more and more involved as you will find out, and it seems to me, Arizona Blue may have met his match. Rosa

Old Josh: Laying Sick (Ozark, Alabama, 1858-Episode Six)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Old Josh, number six, is a great read I feel, we are back in Alabama, and the year is 1858, and you can almost feel yourself in the shake with Molly and Old Josh. Rosa

Old Josh: Goes Fishing [Ozark, Alabama, 1864/Chapter Episode Five]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis originally did six Old Josh stories, and started working on two longer ones. Not sure if he finished the two longer ones, but this one "Old Josh: Goes Fishing" and Old Josh: Laying Sick" are just fun stories, not sure where he picked them up at, although he lived in Ozark for two years back in l977. And he lived with his Grandfather during his formative years, and perhaps he combines them together. He never tells me, so I got to guess. Rosa

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter: Lady in White [Chapter One of Six)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This was originally written in l990, and re-edited in 2001, I think, and was never published to my knowledge, although he did published a few of his Arizona Blue stories in one of his books some years ago. This was the end to the series. He does have one other Arizona Blue story, of which is on EzineArticles, "North...(takes place in 1878 I think)" which he published only half of the story, and was the last one he wrote, I think in 2001. I hope he finishes this one, "Lady in White," (takes place in 1885) I like almost the best of them all, and you will see why, it has a sad ending; I told Dennis not to do it, but he did, I can't say another word. Rosa

The Storm-Troy Burroghs (Troy Burroghs: Surrealist-Traveler-Episode One)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I used to laugh a lot when I read these stories; there are 22 of them, he had several put into one of his books back in 2002, but that was it. So perhaps he will (for the first time) put them out for us to see. They are different, Troy is a surrealist-Traveler, whatever that means, it is different. Rosa

Triumph of the Ghoul (A Play)(Now in Spanish and English)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I knew he had done a few plays before, and only a few, and he started working on this yesterday, and finished it today, and I was surprised; it is a nice little play, that really tells about a legend in Peru, beyond the Andes; Dennis actually went out to the lake at night, and said to several of us, at dusk, "Look, it's a ghoul," kidding or not, he believed I do think it was one. Anyhow, he wrote a poem about it, and gave it to the Mayor of the city, and now we got a play. By gosh, what next. Rosa

Music for the, Caged-dead
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Music] A mysterious poem. Rosa

Rognat and the Wankas: La Laguna de Paca on Venus [Now in Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a new story, I think chapter one of about six, that link Siren and Rognat together with the Cadaverous Planets

Family Values
[Home-and-Family] When Dennis compares Peru with the United States, it gets to him, as far as Family Values go; and even though he has tired to retire his Counseling in this area, it seems it comes out now and then. Rosa

Planet SSARG: The Document (Chapter Twelve)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I am hoping this story does not end too soon, but I know it has only 19 chapters, but I'm starting to like Siren more and more, now she is ...I can't say, but the king will not like it. Rosa

Planet SSARG: The Executioner [Chapter #11]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis is going right along, as if he wants to get all 19 out soon, if so that will be great. Here the king has taken Siren to a chamber below someplace...Rosa

Planet SSARG: King Htok (Chapter Ten: Part of the Cataverous Planets)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] More of the Planet SSARG,and Siren. I see she is getting into an unwanted romance, I think. Rosa

As the River Flows and The Goats of War (Poetry and Notes on War)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Inspired after meeting the poet, Donald Hall for his wife had died, and he grieved dearly; and in memory of the author's mother, Elsie T. Siluk, for he had grieved dearly at the time also, and so there seemed to be a connection when he wrote this poem; for Dennnis' mothrer's way of thinking was as the poem reads: let life flow.Rosa

On the Porch
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I missed it all, and perhaps I'm glad. But it's a good poem, with good insight. Rosa

Planet SSARG: Finn the Giant [Chapter Nine]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] There are to my understanding, 19-chapters; so that means of course,we got ten more to go. I think they are great for escaping. Rosa

Planet SSARG: The Chamber City (Chapter Eight)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] He is back on Siren, I like these chapters, they have a longer and more connecting story, for those who like longer ones that is. I like short closed ended stories, but if I like a character, I like it never to end it seems. Siren is a great adventure some person. Rosa

Out of a Ghouls Hive (A Poetic Tale)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A very long and interesting poem. I dare not say another word, I don't want to give it away. Rosa

Three November Poems
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three different poems: one of a Shoe-shine boy, one of Lima, Peru, and one on fear...most interesting how he combs the words, as he has put it a few times. Rosa

The Beauty of Minnesota's Autumn (A Poem; With Notes)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis always likes Minnesota in Fall, we missed most of it this year, so I think it got to him, so he had to write a poem about it. I hope you like it. Rosa

"Sacrifice at the Hypogeum"
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is part one to a two part story; although each part seems to stand on its own as a short story, or vignette. Rosa

The Great Hound (an Essay)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a bit different than most of Dennis' writtings, but he starated it some time in 2002, and just kind of revised it, and here it is in 2005, not previously published.

Angel with the Little Head
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I write very little, but in 2002, I did get involved with writing a little short story with my husband, and he has decided to revise it, adding about 200 more words to it. I do hope you enjoy it. Rosa

Lost Canyon (Chapter Two, Three and Part of Four)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A new adventure, with six chapters. It is kind of interesting, in that three men are venturing into an unknown canyon on an island in the pacific, at which time was underwater...Rosa

Lost Canyon (Chapter One of Six (and part of Chapter two))
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I'm finding this one most interesting, a nice deep lost island in the pacific...who could ask for more. Rosa

Tangor''s Sorrowful Romance (Chapter Six)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Chapter six, out of eight chapters Dennis wrote while in Lima, Peru, on the islation of Tangor, whom is for the moment in the Space Station above the earth telling my husband (so he says) about his adventures while he was in captivity in the spacecraft for over 40 years, I can't remember what he said to be exact, I think Tangor was their since my husband was born, in l947: making it, 58-years I fear. A long time, or maybe it was in l949 he got stranded, and traveled to other planets during the first two years, then got stranded, stranded tht is, until, recently: yup, that must be it, and now at a ripe old age, perhaps 73-years old (if I can figure this right), or thereabouts he is telling his story via, spacecraft to Lima, Peru, to my husband. Incidently, the other two stores, if he ever writes them out (I never know when he will, or if), are called: 7) Tanogr and the Tiamat and 8) Tangor: La Guna de Venus (perhaps 8 should be 7, not sure). He also wrtoe another story "Lost Canyon," on 11/11/2005; and "The Prawling Carnivora" on 11/07/ 2005; again I'm not sure what he is going to do with it Rosa

Tangor Battles (Chapter Five)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis is on Chapter Five, I am not sure how many chapters he wrote on this character, but we shall find out. It is interesting though. He will be going back to the United States tomorrow, from his South American trip, then I should find out if he has more chapters. Rosa

Tangor, and The Keeper (Chapter Four)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] An ongoing saga of Tangor. Rosa

Tangor: A Nightmare Complete! (Chapter Three)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here we go again, with Chapter Three of Tangor. Dennis is on a roll. Rosa

Tangor and the Banshee's! (Chapter Two)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here comes chapter #2, it is actually getting more interesting I think. Rosa

Tangor's Quest!
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A very interesting story of a story written long ago, that was left without an ending...and so I guess this is its continuation, I do wonder how things were for those sixty-four-years in that space craft. Rosa

The Rimac Rio (a poem)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] We have about four more nights to stay in Peru, and then will be heading back to Minnesota, so I assume this is one of the last poems he will be writing about Peru until he gets back; he has finished a new book, now being edited and translated into Spanish, "Images out of Peru." On Tuesday he will again be interviewed by: Radio Peru (Radio Programas del Peru). Rosa

Still Alive (El Salvador - Images out of Latin America)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem I never saw coming, but it was about six months ago we were on the boarder of El Salvador, and I know he has been thinking of going there; he couldn't (Dennis), make it in country last time, and we just got back from Bogota this time, I get the feeling he is thinking about El Salvador again, and going there next time; I think his writtings are rubbing off on me, especially after I read what I wrote, it sounds like him almost. Rosa

Magic Bogota: Good Customs
[Travel-and-Leisure] Dennis and I will be leaving Bogota this evening, and we both had a great time here; he wanted to leave Bogota with a good article, and here it is, what more can he say! it is a worthwhile trip to visit this city. Rosa

Poems Out of Bogota
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis is presently in Bogota, and here are the poems he has recently written on its city and culture...it is most interesting. The poems are great, and I really do not have words to express how I feel, but I love them, especially the Donkey one. Rosa

Poems Out of Peru
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are three poems out of Peru Dennis has finished and I expect will be going into his next book when he gets back to Minnesota, "Images out of Peru", he is now in Bogota, Colombia, and just finished a few he will publish also, but he wanted to to make sure you folks got his most recent works. He was recently on TV, Channel 5, doing an interview on his Peruvian poems, and tradtions, along with Radio 91.7, and visiting the Mayor of San Jeronimo in the Andes, whom has taken special interest in his Poetic Traditons of Peru. Rosa

In the Haunting Gloom of Twilight (the Devil at Dusk)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Sometimes my husband can be strange, and thus,writes strange poems, I found him standing in the dark of the library last night, just staring through the curtains; perhaps that is his way to capture the Haunting Gloom of Twiligh; whatever, I think he did it. Rosa

An October Afternoon in Lima & The Wild-cats of the Nevados
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two excellent poems again, that talks about the real life and feelings of the City of Lima, Peru, and the Nevados of Huaytapallana by the city of Huancayo. Rosa

"Deathless Wings" (The Beauty in Martina's Hands) - In English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a most beautiful poem Dennis wrote while waiting for me as I was having some work done on...oh well, I'll leave you guess on that; in any case, Martina deserves every lovely word, and powerful they are, Dennis wrote about her. The number on the poem, on top is the sequence it will be in the forth coming book, "Images out of Peru;" his recent book "Spell of the Andes" is now part of the Peruvian Culture centers in Peru. Rosa

Huaytapallana (White Mountain), Jewell of Huancayo; Now in English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a beautiful poem, of a beautiful trip, I hope you enjoy it. Rosa

A Threat in Huancayo's Plaza De Armas
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is an interesting story, and it seems to bring out a little garbage in Huancayo, Peru. Rosa

Death in the Midwest
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is a simply short story, nonfiction for the most part, and it kind of tells me, we all pick out our own lives, simple, complex or whatever, and sometimes at the end of the road it is sad, and sometimes it is grand, but it is always made by the bricks and foundation you have built in the past. Rosa

CNN's Number One Cities of the World Biased in English and Spanish
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is an article I find most interesting, especially if being a traveler. I had not traveled much before I met Dennis, but now I've been around the world 11-times, and I agree with Dennis, how could I not, he has experienced it. And he is talking about the common folk, not sure whom CNN is talking about. Rosa

Under the Algarrobo Tree
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A new poem from Peru after visiting the graveyard in Huancayo, Peru... Rosa

The Amuc, and Inca Hydra (The Second Adventure; Now in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is Dennis' second story on the Amuc, and he has thus far published one poem concerning them. He seems to have a thing for them, plus he is in their territory now, and will soon be going to Colombia, to the salt mines, not in particular looking for them, but will be in the tunnels and mines; so as I have said before, he lives his stories. Rosa

The Mad Planet (Yillum the Great ((The Cadaverous Planets))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] A short Story Dennis started in Lima, Peru, and finished in Huancayo, beyond the Andes, in the Mantaro Valley. Rosa

Children of the Mountains
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] More Poetry by Dennis while in Peru. Rosa

The Dead Earth! (a Poem in Two Parts)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a new poen by Dennis, while watching CNN news this morning, he worked on it since 6:20 AM, now it is 10:45 AM. Rosa

Tales of the Amuc (In the Mines of the Andes)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Well, Dennis is having fun up in the Andes, and in the Mantaro Valley there beyond, and here are two of the poems he just wrote while up there in the past 10-days; I hope you enjoy them, every one else has thus far. Rosa

Legend of the Turron and The Beggars Legend (two Poems))In Spanish and English))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Two poems written on the traditions of Peru by Dennis. Rosa

Already Dead (a Short Story)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is a fresh story Dennis wrote while on a bus traveling through the Andes from Lima, Peru to Huancayo. A 6 hour ride, and now he is in the Mantaro Valley. Rosa

Morning in Huancayo, Peru
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is Dennis' 10th poem on Peru this visit, now being in the Andes, the first nine were done in Lima. Rosa

Los Caballos (The Race Track at Lima)) in Spanish and English))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is the last poem on Lima, for the book, "Images out of Peru," now Dennis is in the Andes, and will be doing a few more before he goes to the jungle, and Colombia. For those interested, Dennis will be on Channel 5, 10-18-05, Noon and 6:30 AM, tomorrow for an interview, with "Good Morning Huancayo" Rosa

Peruvian Poems/in Spanish & English ((while in Transition/three)(6,7,8))
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are a few more poems Dennis has done on his travels to Peru, tomorrow he will be going to the horse races in Lima, and then to the Andes. Rosa

The First Woe! And a Note of Mother Shipton
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis here talks about biblical end time events. In the early mid l980s, he went to a seminary school, and in 1993 was ordained minister in good sanding(he studied escatalogy: and has studied current events on a day to day bases). He of course is no longer in that field, but it sticks like glue with him some times. Rosa

Peruvian Poems (while in Transition 5 & 6)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are two more Peruvian Poems from Dennis while in Peru, at present, Lima. Rosa

Peruvian Poems While in Transition (3 and 4)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis is still in Lima, Peru, but will be going into the Andes come sunday, and then onto the city of Huancayo, and then to the Satipo Jungle, and then to Colombia: here are two fresh poems, some of these poems I expect will be going into another Peruvian book of poetry, or maybe not, I am speculating again, but I would name it "Contemporary Poems from Lima, and others..." Rosa

Two Peruvian Poems (While in Transtion: in English and Spanish)
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Hello everyone, Dennis is in Lima, right now, and will be traveling to the Andes soon, to the city of Huancayo and to the Jungle in Peru, and Colombia, also. He will be doing some poetry along this trip, and writing you back with it. His poetry book: "Peruvian Poems," was recently seen on TV, as indicated in the notes under the poems, and will be doing a presention on the 13 of November for the the book, "Spell of the Andes"; information for those interested in what is happening. Rosa

Will America Survive?
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Are these the end times? The question seems to be coming up with a lot of clergy, especially after: 9/11, then Katrina, then Rita, and now the Mexican hurricane. Prophecies are being handed out like toilet paper, wherever you go; I see them in the bathrooms, at the movies, everyplace. People that do not even believe in God are making a killing off the prophecies...

The Chase [1962]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] What can I say, I am glad I didn't know him then, but he is not the same person, thank God. Rosa

Diversified Poems IV
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Dennis kind of on a Macabre roll I think with some of his new poetry, and somehow it has some real deep meanings, for the advid poetry reader I do believe. He just recently had a review of his book: "The Macabre Poems..." by Benjamin Szumskyj...

Shoeshine Boy [1959]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is one of my most enduring stories, I wish could carry it with me wherever I go, I really like it, I think you will also. Rosa

Milwaukee Bound - 1967
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] An interesting story when the author was 20-years old, and there was unrest in the United Stats: black and white issues. Rosa

Revenge of the Tiamat [Ch: #2 'The Lost Temple']
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I thought he forgot about this story, I like these Tiamat stories for some reason, which takes places about 6800 BC.There are 14-chapters in all. Rosa

Curse of the Abyss Worm (28,29,30 (final Chapters)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here are the final chapters in the story Curse of he Abyss Worm. Rosa

Sour Grapes Between: China, the US and EU
[News-and-Society:Politics] An article on China being in the WTO, and its effects on the US, EU relationship. Rosa

Diversified Poems III
[Arts-and-Entertainment] More poetry, diversified poems...a bit gloomy: Rosa

Hurricane Conspiracy: Katrina
[News-and-Society:Politics] I thought Dennis was going to stop doing articles on current events, or so he told me, he gets overworked on these, but here he goes again, I'll have to talk to him, a health issue I think. Anyhow, he has his opinion, and as most writers do, he can't seem to control his pen on some issues, but I like his frankness; and so do a lot of other people. Rosa

The Runway--of Terror [911/notes from a Diary]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis thought he'd pull up his notes he wrote [which was part of a letter also], during the 911 crisis, and it is kind of nice to see how he was thinking, or we were thinking at the time.

Curse of the Aybss Worm [Chapter: 27 of 30/Husband or Nun?]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here it comes, he last three chapers, it was complicated,but it now should be becoming less, and the ending is a surprise. Demon seem to be in the backgrond somewhere, and Anna better watch out. Rosa

Rat in the Coffin [a Four Part Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a poem, that brings out a long walk down the road of he dead.

Japan [1999/Expensive and Interesting]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I never went to Japan with Dennis, so it was before my time, not far behind though. He liked it very much, but quite expensive. Rosa

Grandpa's Reproaching [The Old Russian Bear: 1957] Reedited
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Kind of a short skitch of Dennis' younger days, while living at his Grandfathers house (1957); he talks about how he had it out with his Grandfather, and how he felt bad afterwords. Rosa

Curse of the Abyss Wrom [Chapters 25/26: Lady Belinda & The Chat]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I rally do not want to say anything,because it is getting down to the end, only four more chapters to go, but the bad guy is coming to light, although Anna is still kind of in the blind. Rosa

Waspwasted--Neighbors [In Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I really like this poem, how true it is, and I'm Peruvian, and I found out the hard way, the old breed are few and in between; the natives of Minnesota, seem to have that quality, but not the ones coming into Minnesota from many of the other states I hate to say, but it is true. Rosa

Diversified Poems II [Hamas; Saddam; the Fly; Death & Ice Cream]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here are five more diversified poems; a few political, he usually does not do political poems, so this is a little new, but they are done well.

The Tiamat and the King [final Chapter #6: Sinned and the Secret]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Here is the conclusion of "The Tiamat and hte King," which is the really the 4th story of the Tiamat. He has two other short stories some place, I mean really short, this one here was considered his 4-th book, his short book, Dennis' that is. And he did not at first want it even publish it here, but now he is putting all four books together, going to call them; "Tales of the Tiamat," should be done in 2006 some time, and then get it in book form for publication. He is publishing I see, "Revenge of the Tiamat," it is actually done in Spanish as well as English at the present, and for sale in book stores, but he is reediting it. Rosa

Planet SSARG [Chapter Seven 'Legs of the Spider': with Two Parts]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I find this chapter one of the more interesting, it has the location of the planet,and it has a Forwardt the Chapter, and a few new features. There are 19-chapers, and so we have 12 to go. Rosa

Curse of the Abyss Worm [Chapter 23 & 24]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Chapters 23 and 24, we are getting to the end, which will be #30, and Mr. Dick Earnest now wants to get together with Anna,but a lot of background is still being played out. Interesting, who and what? Rosa

Facing East [Chapter Four: Rolande's Quest]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] Dennis lived in Augsburg, Germany in l970, it was a good time for him I believe; somehow I find myself getting a little Jealous when I read these chapters; oh well, its all in the mind. Mac is a real person I'll have you know, and so is Ski, not sure if all the settings are right, I just know that. And after Dennis left Augsburg, he did go to Vietnam. Rosa

Old Josh: The Funeral (Ozark, Alabama, 1864) [Episode Four]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I'm not sure where Ozark, Alabama is, but it must had been interesting living there back in the 70s, talking to the folks, as Dennis did. I find this interesting, and perhaps a little informative. It is 1864, and Josh is going to a funeral, and he has to get what he wants off his chest, it is his way I suppose of doing something about everything. And it comes out again at the funeral, where he has to be led into the sermon by his son. Rosa

Old Josh: Chatting in the Barn ((Ozark, Alabama, 1864) Episode Three)
[Arts-and-Entertainment] I really like these Episodes of Old Josh, however Dennis came up with these, I'll never know. Just one day came out the first, and then the second, and now the third. I think in the middle of August he was writing them done on napkins at the cafe, and put them aside, between the 15 and 30, and he is just now taking them out to look at them, as he normally does down the road, and they are great. He lived in Ozark, Alabama, in l977, for about three years--thereabouts, and he used to walk about everywhere. Perhaps he remembers some of thing. Rosa

Curse of the Abyss Worm [Chapters 21 & 22]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is turning out to be quite the adventure: demons, a mystery to figure out who is the bad guys and good guys, the antaganist. It gets complicated, but at the end it all comes out, different, but perhaps the only way it can. Rosa

Revenge of the Tiamat [Chapter One]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] A new series, this is when Sinned is 20-years old. In the series, "The Tiamat and the King," he is very old. And as the four books go in order you can see this. I am not sure which one is first, I think perhaps this one. I think you'll like it. Rosa

The Tiamat and the King [last Half to Chapter 5 of 6 Chapters]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This takes place in Asia Minor, in around 6000 BC, and the city of Yort is being run by demons and Satan Himself. This is the forth story, the Tiamat he has written, this is the only one (the short one) never published. And now he is going over it. It was, wherever, for about three or four years. There is one chapter left. Rosa

The Diversified Poems [five Poems]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] These are poems you have to read more than once I do believe, and are very diversified, with many images, and a nice design, he dedicateds "A Fearless Night," to Clark A. Smith, and "An Old Poet," to Robert Bly and Donald Hall whom he has met. Rosa

Facing East [Chapter #3]
[Arts-and-Entertainment] So far a lighthearted drama, but it gets going as time goes by. Rosa

Lost in Silence (Final Chapter ((#30)) In: "The Cadaverous Planets")
[Arts-and-Entertainment] This is chapter #30, I was thinking why did he not, Dennis, put this chapter out before. And I asked him, and he said he had it planned that way: it involves the reader more. OK, Rosa

Ode: to the King of Africa
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I have to read the same poem three times to get a good feeling for it, and I got a good one with this, even though it is deep, and I have never seen a poem for the King of Africa, but I like it. Rosa

Curse of the Abyss Worm [Chapter 19 and 20]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] I don't even know how this story is going to end, I read some,or parts of the story, but it is getting a little bit scary. Rosa

Facing East [Chapter 1 & 2/and a Poem]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Here is a Chaper Story, and a poem on Germany. Rosa

Planet SSARG-A New Dawn [ #6/In Spanish and English]
[Arts-and-Entertainment:Poetry] Now Siren is going into a new location on the planet SSARG, out of the Bear Country, and into the Manitore land, and it has proven to be whirlpool