Dear World…

Dear World…what has become of us?

Who do we claim to be?

Are we compassionate, tolerant

Or do we chose the word war with too much ease?

Dear World…where is love?

Who are our brothers and sisters,

Lovers and friends?

It seems world…

That we recognize none, tolerate none, love none.

Dear World…

Agony arises 

Who have we become?

Self-driven bearers of pain? 


Dear World…

Many cry tonight

Because we have forgotten 

We have taken all the good

Construed it, warped it, hated it…


Made it bleed.

Dear World…

Does anyone care? 

Or is it just another news story?

A few moments of tears.

Dear World…

Where shall we go now?

Does my cat contemplate this too?

Sitting on the windowsill

As she regards 

The last rose petals drifting to the Earth.

Some days are better than others….

Its been awhile since I’ve written on my blog. I think life was getting in the way of being able to divest time in ‘free’ writing. I’m sure you are probably asking what I mean by that. When you are a graduate student, there is never time to write freely. Your computer is only allowed history papers or chapters of your thesis. So, what that being said, finishing up the rewrite and editing of The first book in Legends of Green Isle series was done burning the extra midnight candle after the first one burnt out. I even managed to get a good first draft done of book two and the intro to book three. 

I have to thank my wonderful editor Lisanne, who kept me on the right track. Without her honesty, I don’t think it would have turned out well. Thus, I can say today, when Kitty (publisher) sent me the links, it was a good day. You’ll be hearing more from me, as graduation day is looming in about six months. 

Ahhhh….then I’ll begin the hard work. Digital Humanities PhD. 


Does Socialism Work? – A Teacher’s Lesson to His Students

Roxi being a good Friend when Paisley had a broken leg last Christmas

Roxi being a good Friend when Paisley had a broken leg last Christmas

Well this was another great post I found on facebook by a gentleman named Ed Will, and being a Moderate Conservative, and soon to be college professor (give or take about 6 years) I thought I would share.  I liked how this particular professor demonstrated to his students how Socialism was supposed to work.  I think he made his point and the Students were a little wiser at the end of the semester.  And I know you’re probably wondering about the dog picture here.  I thought it fit somehow, because, well, Roxi thought she was pretty equal to Paisley when it came to fitting into the little dog beds, but looking at it, we know she’s not.  



An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama’s socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said, “OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama’s plan”. All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an A…. (substituting grades for dollars – something closer to home and more readily understood by all). After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little.. The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.  To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed.  It could not be any simpler than that. Remember, there IS a test coming up. The 2012 elections.   These are possibly the 5 best sentences you’ll ever read and all applicable to this experiment: 1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity. 2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. 3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. 4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it! 5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any nation.See More


Sneak Peak at Book Two “The Mirror Sliver”

Saturday, a great day to get caught up on things, like some leaf raking, trashing burning and general clean up around the house.  {Sigh} But not this day, its raining cats and dogs.  So homework, it must be for me today and of course, my favorite project at the moment, Book Two of Legends of Green Isle, “The Mirror Sliver.”  Here’s a little tidbit for you of what’s happening in the book.  Hope your day is filled with sunshine. 🙂

The loud crash of limbs and vines, dirt and rock, which gave way to his weight, flooded his ears, as his body slipped downward.  Sliding out of control, Ned’s arms failed to grasp a hold of anything, and he plummeted into the earthen world below.  Black darkness swallowed him as his body continued to tumble down and down, away from the tiny light above, until he could see nothing, his journey hurling him further into the mysterious, gloomy womb of Black Isle.

Without warning Ned shot out of a hole in the subterranean walls and dropped into a large cavern lit by an unearthly glow of red.  Plopping onto a hard rock floor, Ned laid still for several seconds, mentally going over the extremities of his body.  Was he hurt?  It did not feel like it, he surmised finally as he wiggled his fingers and toes.

His eyes watered from the dusty debris which had traveled with him into the belly of the island.  Cautiously, he rose into a sitting position to view his surroundings.  Where was he?  What happened?

Something inside of him told his mind that the figure of Matt was a trap, and he fell for it.  “Well what’s new?” he questioned himself aloud.

“Other than you dropping in, nothing,” a raspy voice acknowledged.

“Who’s that?” Ned asked, as he back up to the cavern wall. His eyes darted nervously; the sound of someone else in this place was frightening and surprising.  Looking around, he tried to see who had spoken, but in the dim redness, everything took on a sinister appearance.

The cavern was large, very large, so big in fact, that where he stood was the shore on one side of a hidden lake in the world beneath Black Isle.  He could not see the other side of the monstrous body of water, but there were strange tall mushrooms and brown fernlike vegetation growing around the rocks and boulders which littered the rocky beach.

“Well, if you must know, my name is Bijan.  It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen anyone here, well except for the Brollachan.  They visit every now and again.”

Ned remembered his introduction to the Brollachan at the Nuada Finda fortress in the Great Pine Forest. His fingers touched the scars on his neck.  It had not been a very pleasant situation.

“Where are you?” he demanded.

“Not where you are looking?  Up here, behind you.”

Ned turned and saw a large pile of boulders and rocks.  Climbing up on one of them, he could see that the pile of rocks was very vast.  Up towards the top of the pile, he could make out a giant golden eye staring down at him.



Sci Fi Short Story – Different take on “The Last Man on Earth.”

Luckers and his Sad Face

Luckers and his Sad Face

I took out an old story from one of my writing groups.  We had to use the last man on Earth prompt.  I added some things and took away some things from my original version, and created a little something different.  Hope you enjoy!

It was the last night for the last man on Earth, and he sat quietly on the edge of his cot, contemplating the world and his existence in it.  Morning came too quickly, and was abruptly interrupted by a sharp knock at the door in front of him.  The sound firmly forced the knowledge of his demise to slowly seep into his thoughts, as he viewed the stark white padded room around him. Sighing deeply, he told himself it would be over shortly, there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Mr. Williams, it’s time.”  The feminine voice, with her soft words filtered through the voice box from the other side of the door in a peculiar fashion, tantalizing but exacting all at the same time, without care or compassion.

Slowly he stood up, he eyes watering for some unknown reason.  It wasn’t feelings or anything like emotion, he told himself.  At least that’s what he said to convince his conscience.  He walked methodically to the suit hanging on the hook by the door and donned the environmental garb. This simple motion had been done so many times in the past three months.  He looked at the second skin like an old friend, the only thing that allowed him access to an outside world he was no longer welcome in. Zipped into the contraption like a piece of unwanted garbage, he waited before answering, savoring the last bit of fresh air before placing his helmet on and snapping the oxygen lines together.

“Are you ready?”  The woman’s voice questioned as the locks turned, releasing the six-inch steel door from its frame.

Breathing erratically, he mumbled his acknowledgement to the two females who greeted him.  Dressed in white uniforms, they led the man down a long corridor, his machine pumping his life to him.  Stripped of any recognizable emblems, the dull gray walls blinded him, as he shuffled behind his guards to the end of the hallway.

Pausing briefly, before pushing on the door hardware, the blond-headed woman on his left smiled slightly.  “It will be over before you know it.  She said it wouldn’t be a long trial.”

Stepping over the threshold as she held the door open, the man stood quietly for a moment, drinking in his newfound fame.  His presence, spotlighted in the piercing lights of cameras from the local news, caused a stir within the audience, as the females whispered and pointed at him.   He raised an arm to shield his eyes, as he glanced around the courtroom, his stare finally resting on the matronly Judge.

“This way Mr. Williams.”  The blond guard motioned towards the benches situated before the judge.  Mr. Williams regarded her with mixed emotions.  Any other time, he would be the first to flirt, but now, male egos had no place anymore.

He stumbled again, awkwardly making his way to the seat beside his attorney.  Careful to pull his oxygen lines from around his body, he stood until the Judge smacked the gravel, signaling for the courtroom to an observed quiet.

The elderly Judge furrowed her brow, her face contorted with misgivings.  Her piercing brown eyes squinted slightly as she sized up the lonely man in front of her.  “Mr. Williams, you are on trial today, not for what you have done, but for what all men have done to this earth, do you understand?”

Mr. Williams nodded slowly.  “Yes ma’am.”

“Because of men striving to constantly control every aspect of life here on earth through war and corruption your kind created the greatest injustice.  By seeking to destroy life through man-made disease, your kind only managed to kill off itself.  I guess this trial is to determine whether or not we should allow the male part of our species to continue.  And you, being the last man on Earth, I ask, can you give me any reason why men should be allowed to continue to exist in light of the fact that this was your disease you spawned Doctor?”

Swallowing hard, Mr. Williams stood.  “Men help to procreate our human species.  Without us, life would not continue.”

The courtroom burst into laughter.  “Mr. Williams,” the Judge smiled, “women can use science to procreate.  We’ve mastered many ways to create life, and with all the sperm banks available, we have just what we need.  Anything else?”

“Who will you fall in love with?”  He stammered his heart caught in his throat.

“Well, you may have a point there, but it still doesn’t disguise the fact of what men do.  War and money seems to top the list, and yes, let’s not forget, you abuse the power God gave to you, but putting this world in a constant state of dysfunction, by material things, and the lack of common respect for others, especially those of the female persuasion.  How can men overcome that?”

Bowing his head, Mr. Williams realized the Judge was right.  From the time history could be written, men seemed to always be at war, murdering and destroying in the name of some pretended injustice, or conquering others just to have their lands and wealth.  He was at a loss; he raised his eyes and shook his head.  “Your honor, I don’t have an answer for that.”

The courtroom became quiet.  “Without any fallible reason then, for this court to sustain your remaining days here on Earth, you will bear the punishment of all those before you…” the Judge began.

“Wait!”  The word was spoken loudly from the back of the room.  Mr. Williams struggled to turn his helmet to see who had come to aid in his defense.

A small girl of about twelve stepped through the crowd of women, pushing her way forward.  “Wait, I have a reason.”  She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“And what is that reason, child!”  The Judge demanded.

“Without men, we don’t have Daddies, and without Daddies, we don’t have butterfly kisses, someone to buy you milkshakes when days don’t go right, someone to help you ride a bike for the first time, someone to keep the monsters out of the closet and someone to hold you when your mom can’t.  Please Ms. Judge, don’t take away Daddies.  Kids need Daddies just as much as they need Mommies!”

The Judge leaned back in her seat, contemplating the young girl and her words.  The mental pictures of her father, helping her learn to ride her bike slid into focus, and she thought of her times with him.  She smiled.  “Out of the mouth of babes…”  She murmured, her eyes filming with salt water.

“Mr. Williams…in lieu of what has been said in your defense; you have been sentenced, not to death but to life, a life of greater meaning, as a teacher.  You must build and teach the next age of men, to find that part of themselves which nurtures and loves, so that our world doesn’t have to be thrown into masculine war and turmoil.  You must re-write History as the first Adam of a new age, a new time and new thinking.”  Looking at the young child, the Judged added, “and teach others how to be Daddies and fathers who regard their children just as preciously as they should be.”

The court adjourned and Mr. Williams made his way back out towards the hallway, his life-giving suit filled with sweat and the stale breath of a saved dead man.  The young girl ran to his side and grasped his gloved hand, her innocent eyes looking towards the enclosed face.  “I love you Daddy,” she whispered.

“Love you too baby girl.”

It’s over already? Reflections on an upcoming birthday.

Kevin and I at the Ranch

Kevin and I at the Ranch

Okay, so this last weekend was like the last bit of honey from the bottom of the jar.  I took off on Thursday to go down to the ranch to get some writing done on Legends of Green Isle Book Two “The Mirror Sliver,” and Kevin followed up on Friday.  It was the last great adventure for me before the Spring semester started at Young Harris College.  We spent two days riding around the trails in the mountains. and my little Cash (horse) was spoiled, as I kept pockets full of carrots and treats.  Don’t know when I’ll get to see him again, as semesters get so busy, we don’t find time to get there to the Ranch as much as we would like.

I did manage to get a lot accomplished on the book, and did some rearranging of things that didn’t fit. Of course Kevin offered to do some editing, which was a big help.  But I kept thinking, it’s over already?  The winter break is gone?  What the heck happened to me getting Book Two completed all the way as I planned? What happened to me getting my paper ready for February’s conference in Dahlonega?

Time does seem to fly now days.  I always thought my parents were crazy for saying that.  When I was younger, it seemed that the days just stretched way too long, and I thought I would never reach 21.  Now I’m  saying “Wait a minute, I don’t want to be 47,” but it’s happening in just a few days.  I know I’ll look back in another 47 years and say “It’s over already?”  “Where did that time go?”
I guess I am a driven person because I don’t want to come to that time in the future, and reflect, thinking to myself, why didn’t I accomplish this or that?  I want to be the person who looks back on life and smile, thinking of all the fun and adventure I had with my loved ones, and say to myself, “good gravy, what a ride! Thanks for letting me be a part of it!”  Everyone says life is too short to worry, and I’m beginning to understand that phrase.  So, I’ve made a deal with myself that this year for my birthday, I’m gonna stop worrying about not having enough time, and just concentrate on making the most of time.  Okay self?  Okay!

Tax Cut or Tax Hike – Does either one really solve the problem?

I started working on Book Two of Legends of Green Isle – “The Mirror Sliver” this morning, and got somewhat distracted by the Yahoo headlines about the Payroll Tax Showdown: What the Bill means to You for a moment.  Congress is of course battling over whether to give us Americans a tax cut in our payroll which would amount to about $1,000 if you make $50,000 a year, or go the opposite and hike us back up to where we would see less money, like a $1,000 if we make $50,000 a year.  As I sat there reading this article some thoughts begin pouring forth, and of course, I have to put my two cents in on this matter.

First of all, they use the $50,000 a year salary as means of measure, to tell us that this is a $1,000 tax  hike which could be devastating if Congress can’t decide to do something about it and we don’t get it.  Well I don’t know about you, but the last time I made $50,000 a year was before 9/11 and I haven’t made much more than $23,000 a year since then, (if I’m lucky).  Because of the recession, the little town I live in has lost well over 65% of its established businesses, including a Mohawk carpet plant which put a great deal of people out into the streets when it shut down.  So, with that being said, many of us up here don’t have jobs that this stupid debate would even affect.

Then comes the second thought!  PEOPLE please!  I really don’t give a frigging hoot about the tax cut or hike, and I’m sure that the millions of people who are living in low income or below poverty (News from Dec. 15, 2011) would agree that since they are not making that $50,000 a year salary mark, it really would not affect them either, nor would they give a flying pootey, as many of those people don’t have jobs.  This is just hype to give us a scare, and hopefully force us into thinking that we should demand this tax cut .  The only people who would really see any kind of great money from it would be those who make $50,000 or more a year.

This whole debate is a tactic to steer focus from the real problem.  What this government needs to be doing is finding ways to bring back businesses that employ people.  Seems to me that they keep beating around the bushes, trying to skirt around the issue that this whole mess was created by them, and greed, for the almighty dollar.  Where is frigging FDR when we need him?  I’d like to see something in the news that shows the government actually is trying to find a solution instead of just pussyfooting around.  Good Grief, they’re worst than children.  Our country hasn’t been stable for a while and we are fast turning ourselves into a third world nation.  Occupy Wall Street is just the first of many revolutions that will be transpiring if the Government doesn’t begin a change now.   When the youngsters who come out of college find they can’t get employment, much of what happened in Europe before World War II will be happening here.  Mark my words.  History does repeat itself, because we don’t study it enough to benefit from it.

Okay, off my soapbox and back to work.  Thanks for reading and Merry Christmas Everyone.