Monday, November 24, 2008
There come those times when blood is chilled;
A shiver shakes your spine;
You sense there’s something’s now amiss,
There’s something out of line.
Our home has been a constant din,
For more than twenty years;
Crescendoed kid cacophonies
Of slams and shrieks and tears.
‘Til now, at last, all children grown,
I’m bothered by the sound
Of silence as it screams at me
With not a kid around.
I gave my wife a “hello” kiss,
She asked me for my name.
This house seems so familiar
Yet nothing feels the same.
I can hear the door not slam;
And the stereo not blare.
The bathroom does not hiss and buzz
From blowing dry their hair.
My razor sits unstolen
Right where it belongs;
The fridge is unmolested
By human-locusts throngs.
My feet can feel the floor not thump
As bumps and stomps are gone;
Though not a single rattled dish
How clatter lingers on…
The quiet somehow echoes harsh;
Upon my deafened ears.
How creepy to find switched to off
The racket heard for years.
I never dreamed I’d miss it all,
Life’s constant audio feed;
When, suddenly, nothing happened here,
It was something else indeed!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
HURRICANE IKE SURVIVORS PROVEN RIGHT – THE DANGER WAS ALL IN THEIR HEADS!
Survivor Blain Gotnowitz spoke with reporters after first responders, comprised of rescue crews and personal injury attorneys, risked their lives pulling him from the churning waters of
Initial estimates for Mr. Gotnowitz’s neighborhood showed that the hurricane had inflicted over 10 million dollars worth of improvements. When told that the island would have no running water for weeks to come, Gotnowitz was unconcerned. “Heck, we don’t need no hot showers to clean up. Why, the sheriffs department just told me that my wife and kids have already washed up on the beach!”
So far, the EMTs, firemen, and attorneys had been unable to locate all victims but greater help is on the way. Tomorrow will bring the chilling howls of the cadaver dogs among the dead and of Jessie Jackson among the survivors. The hurricane winds are gone. The hot air has only just begun to blow.
Hey friends and family - Some of you have asked about the progress on my children's book "The Best At Nothing - A Fable". I have been busy working with my literary agent, (Sterling Lord Literistic in New York - they are huge), and we are getting the manuscript ready for submission to targeted publishers. I have also been contacted by a well-respected and richly experienced illustrator who is interested in providing illustrations for this book. His name is Mark Swan and he is doing other illustration work for my book producer, Writewise. They let him see my manuscript and illustration plan and he sketched the illustration below, depicting the swimming competition scene from my story. I may not be the one who gets to decide who will be my illustrator, (publishers often make that call), but I would be interested in your opinions of his work.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
I am in the process of having published a children's book entitled "The Best At Nothing - A Fable". This humorous fable follows an ambitious duck as he seeks a gold medal at the Animal Olympics. Determined to be the very best athlete in at least one event, the duck experiences disappointment in himself and envy for the “superior” athletes as he is unable to excel in any single contest. The final event is a triathlon designed to determine the best overall critter in the animal kingdom. The duck earns the prestigious gold medal in this event even though he never places better than second in any leg of this final contest. The duck, along with all other contestants, learn that individual value is determined by considering all of one’s qualities and not by any single act, trait, success, or failure.
The attached illustration is the illustrator's preliminary sketch of The Duck.