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Sunday, November 13, 2016

The Freedom of the Moon by Robert Frost


The Freedom of the Moon

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air 
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster 
As you might try a jewel in your hair. 
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster, 
Alone, or in one ornament combining 
With one first-water start almost shining. 

I put it shining anywhere I please. 
By walking slowly on some evening later, 
I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees, 
And brought it over glossy water, greater, 
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow, 
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

by Robert Frost

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Just a Myth




The Sleeper's Dance is an enjoyable and quick read.  Taking place in the Andes Mountains an Incan myth is behind the quest of four British explorers.  What they find is horrifying, but they are filled with disbelief. The Sleeper's Dance is an enjoyable and quick read.  Taking place in the Andes Mountains an Incan myth is behind the quest of four British explorers.  What they find is horrifying, but they are filled with disbelief.  After all it is just a myth.  Or is it?
This is what you will discover as you dance with the Sleepers.  But how do you awaken from this macabre dream. Or does the dance continue?  Read this novella to explore the dance of Supay!

Monday, September 26, 2016

Pride and Possession Abound With Death




The Castle of Otranto is considered the first Gothic novel and after reading it I heartily concur. It is filled with passion, privilege, pride, haunts, superstition, curses, betrayal, knights, princesses, and of course, death.  It is the beginning of the Gothic genre.
I gave it 3 stars due to the language.  It reads like a Shakespearean play.  Now there is nothing wrong in it. It adds dimension to the story.  However, for readers who do not understand Elizabethan English might find it hard to follow or comprehend.   As for me, I enjoyed it immensely . The setting was hauntingly created with a castle, a monastery, a nunnery, crypts, creepy forest, caves, and of course, ghostly intervention.  The characters are flamboyant, proud, passionate, and well defined.  The time period is one when superstition, religious zeal, and corruption were followed frantically.  Chivalry abounds as does villainy.
All in all, an enjoyable reading experience where pride and purgatory abound with death.  Enjoy.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Hunted by the Dead

A short read with plenty of action, macrabre, and occult disturbances.  It begins with a four man elite squad of British military on a mission to end a member of the Nazi occult group.  It ends with the reader wondering whether such a weapon created and tested by the Nazi officer could have existed. 
It's a quick read and enjoyable. The characters are believable and the setting is perfect.  
Enjoy and prepare to be hunted, I mean haunted by the Dead.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Brownstone by Dean Kutzler , A thriller of mythical deceit.




First of all, I received a free copy of Brownstone from author, Dean Kutzler to whom I am happy to write an honest review for.  Secondly, the thriller novel, Brownstone is one of the best books I have read in a while.  This being the case I give Brownstone 5 stars.  It is a novel based upon the interesting and seldom written about first woman in creation.  Kutzler did his research and gives us (the reader) a journey into the ambiguities of mythical texts including the Bible.  He does this by introducing journalist, Jack Elliot who lives and works in Montreal, Quebec.  As the protagonist, Jack is someone whom we all recognize.  He's funny, thoughtful, over achieving, and someone you could sit down with to have a great conversation with.  Furthermore, his mannerisms, guilt, questions, and behavior makes Jack the normal guy we see walking down the street, whether it's trying to catch a cab or dreaming of a Starbuck's coffee, we know how he feels.  Jack becomes our eyes and minds as we are drawn into Kutlzler's creation; becoming pawns within the war between good and evil.  Or is it.  Which organization is which?  What has dragged Jack into this web of betrayal, deceit, and murder.  Moreover, why does Jack find himself locked in a battle of faith, love, lies, and death surrounding the mysterious and elusive first woman of creation.

In order to find out, you need to join Jack and along the way meet Father Alazar, the seminarian who is searching for a relic of considerable knowledge and destruction; Harold, the cabbie who meets Jack and winds up being his guardian angel in a more technological way;  Jack's father, the big man at a New York newspaper, Jack's mother, the lovely southern woman whose faith is strong, and Uncle Terry, Jack's beloved uncle, the brother to his father.  It is his deadly stroke which brings Jack from Montreal back to New York City where the chaos storming within and around Jack fills the pages with questions.  Questions of belief, ethics, family, love, and what exactly is the secret surrounding Uncle Terry's death and how does the Brownstone fit into it.

Kutzler delivers with this  thriller and I can't wait until he writes his next one.  Jack Elliot has become a friend whom I want to see again and follow in his wake as he moves toward his next adventure!

Brownstone by Dean Kutzler , A thriller of mythical deceit.




First of all, I received a free copy of Brownstone from author, Dean Kutzler to whom I am happy to write an honest review for.  Secondly, the thriller novel, Brownstone is one of the best books I have read in a while.  This being the case I give Brownstone 5 stars.  It is a novel based upon the interesting and seldom written about first woman in creation.  Kutzler did his research and gives us (the reader) a journey into the ambiguities of mythical texts including the Bible.  He does this by introducing journalist, Jack Elliot who lives and works in Montreal, Quebec.  As the protagonist, Jack is someone whom we all recognize.  He's funny, thoughtful, over achieving, and someone you could sit down with to have a great conversation with.  Furthermore, his mannerisms, guilt, questions, and behavior makes Jack the normal guy we see walking down the street, whether it's trying to catch a cab or dreaming of a Starbuck's coffee, we know how he feels.  Jack becomes our eyes and minds as we are drawn into Kutlzler's creation; becoming pawns within the war between good and evil.  Or is it.  Which organization is which?  What has dragged Jack into this web of betrayal, deceit, and murder.  Moreover, why does Jack find himself locked in a battle of faith, love, lies, and death surrounding the mysterious and elusive first woman of creation.

In order to find out, you need to join Jack and along the way meet Father Alazar, the seminarian who is searching for a relic of considerable knowledge and destruction; Harold, the cabbie who meets Jack and winds up being his guardian angel in a more technological way;  Jack's father, the big man at a New York newspaper, Jack's mother, the lovely southern woman whose faith is strong, and Uncle Terry, Jack's beloved uncle, the brother to his father.  It is his deadly stroke which brings Jack from Montreal back to New York City where the chaos storming within and around Jack fills the pages with questions.  Questions of belief, ethics, family, love, and what exactly is the secret surrounding Uncle Terry's death and how does the Brownstone fit into it.

Kutzler delivers with this  thriller and I can't wait until he writes his next one.  Jack Elliot has become a friend whom I want to see again and follow in his wake as he moves toward his next adventure!

Friday, May 27, 2016

Pvt. Waldo Potter. Salute! 76th NY Civil War

It's been awhile sense I have posted anything which is due to my chrome book dying.  So now I am resorting to my phone and kindle using one finger to jot down thoughts. Please forgive any errors!

Now that I have given my explanation of absence; it's time to get back into writing.  However, I this particular post concerns the celebration of the particular holiday upon us.  Memorial Day.  It's a day of remembrance toward those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to our country.  We must not forget the battles they fought and died for in preserving our liberty .  To this end I am inputting a few letters from a several great uncle of mine, Waldo Potter.  He fought in the 76th NY regiment during the Civil War.  I hope you enjoy his musings and the valor for which he and so many others deserve in protecting the Union.

Philadelphia             
July 11/62
Dear parents 
I now take my pen in hand to inform you that I am a going to my regiment to morrow and when you write you may direct to the regiment I have about $80 that I want to send to you and I dast not send it by mail for it mint get lost so I think that I will take it with me and send it home by uncle chancey when he gits his discharge I am in some what of a hury excuse all mistakes rite soon your truly          
Waldo Potter           
HO for           DIXIE
I thought that I would put in a few dollars and if Chancy come I will send the rest by him.
         W. Potter
(Chancy is Chauncey Potter, age 35, enlisted September 20, 1861, at Union Valley, to serve three years; mustered in Co. A, 76th NY Vol Inf, October 4, 1861; discharged for disability, September 23, 1862, at Washington, D.C.)  

      Washington
Sept 26 1862
Dear parents
I have just received a letter from you and was glad to hear from you and to hear that you was all well as could be exected under the circumstances I thought that I would send you ten dollars now and I exect to get two months pay more now in a short time and then I can send more I would send you more this time iff I had not got to buy me a pair of boots and a pair of shirts and a few other things but I would rather go without a sent in my pocket than have you want or get in to any trouble I tell you what it is from pas and mother's boy and mean to be to I wish you would rite and let me know how much I have sent home for I lost my memoirandum and how old I shal be next January and when my birth day is 
I am no better as yet but soon hope I shal be I have got the diarrhoea I am so that I sit up all day but am very week and have no appitite Doctor george from Cortland has ben here to see me twice the first time he brout me some fried cakes and he sayed that they came all the way from cortland Oh was they not good I do believe that the poorest med in the world would be good iff it came from Cortland the next time he came he brought me some of the nicest butter in the world for it came from Cortland to 
If I should tell you how poorly we lived here you would not know what to say tell Almiry I will answer her part of the letter when I get the answer from the one I rote Frank is not killed I do not think for there is a sargeant here of his company and he sayed that he was prety badly wounded but he thought he would recover and that is all I can hear from him some tell one thing and some another george Culver was seen struck and died at Culpeper or near there and was buried between Culpeper and South Mountain peace go with him good by for this time from you ever loving son Waldo Potter
 These two bills have ben with me through all of Virginia

 Washington
October 4th 1862
Dear parents
I have just receiving you fine and ever welcome letter but I was some what surprised to hear that almira was sick by some means or other I did not get the answer to the one I rote to her mother brothers and sister I should like to see you once again but the lord only knows whether I ever shall or not iff we meet not on this world I trust that we shal in an other 
I can not get my discharge but I think that I shal get my pay soon and it might be I could get a short furlow what do you think of it Let me know next time you rite never be afraid of asking me to send you mony for it gives me pleasure to send it to you when I have it I have got a plenty by me and more to I have got some over 15 dollars with me now and should you want any dont be afraid to send for it excuse my bad riting for my pen is not good 
your ever loving son
Waldo Potter
Tell albertus to rite and to plant these seeds in the spring for they are bell pair sene one as big as your two fists the pair Come from Vermont
I send you a book      it cost me 20 read it       one and all       to remember        me        W. P.

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