A classic horror novel made even better. Literate, dark humor peppers this popular tale of 60s hippies that has been selling since first published in 1992. Greater depth and additional twists add to the fun in this new author’s edition as ill-fated friends making their way between two oceans create their own ocean of blood. Literate, dark humor peppers this popular tale of READ MORE…
Nan has had to leave her peaceful home above what used to be the Arctic Circle for something extraordinarily old-fashioned: a physical meeting with someone in, of all places, a city. If she doesn’t contract a fatal disease first, she might just choke to death on the Rococo holography currently choking Manhattan. And why hasn’t she heard anything from her best friend, Trix? Must READ MORE…
Thanks to stellar advances in longevity, Earth is overrun by Baby Boomers well into their hundreds. Social Security being the stuff of history books, subsequent generations must find some way to put all those Boomers to good use…challenging since few have minds that have survived along with their bodies.But the silver lining is that few can complain about what some of those uses READ MORE…
Gorgeous, and born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, Veronica Hamilton has never had to interrupt her dreamy sentimentality to question her cultural snobbery or even whether or not that diagnosis of Asperger’s was accurate. But that was before her fabulously wealthy CEO husband framed her for the murders he committed. Now she’s fleeing across READ MORE…
My brother Maury…a talented poet and writer whose books are available here and whose far-more-tasteful-than-mine website is maurybarr.com…has said what, it could be argued, no woman could get away with saying without censure:
Headline: Antisatellite Nuclear Weapon
Oh, your smile! It’s Mr. Crafty!
What are you doing? Put
your pecker back in your pants.
You can’t be wagging it out
like it’s front page news
though your wiener always is these days.
Russian sausage, put that thing
away, where it belongs
hidden, secreted with all its
nasty secretions.
Let it loose
in the garden, to slip under leaves
of viburnum, this spring’s rose
buds starting to swell again in Kiev
yearning to bloom in all the capitals
of Eastern Europe.
Oh, Mr. Crafty
look at how you’ve exposed yourself.
Keep it out of sight, little boy.
No need to show us.
We know you’ve got one.
