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Citizen of the Wild, a novel
Citizen of the Wild, a novel
A man returns to his native city and ex-lover after a long absence ... just in time to lose them again. He arrives on the eve of a revolution!
In act one, a whirlwind of chaos engulfs the city. Its royal rulers are overthrown and the man's closest friendships are tested. In act two, the prosperous city becomes a feral enclave of tribes. A stranger solicits the man's help to traverse the tribal lines in pursuit of a profitable deal.
In the end, the man and the stranger are hunted by all sides in a race to survive. The man discovers, within himself, the self-reliant qualities that are necessary to build the city and his friendships anew.
The story can also become a trilogy (Citizens Of The Wild & City Of The Wild).
A few lines...
No one remembers when the schools closed. Or when the planes stopped flying overhead. You forget the name of your neighbor’s son who quietly disappeared, and how his family left in sadness for the desert camps. But everyone will always, forever remember – in prayers and in stories – You.
They will call you the First Spark. Yet you will never ignite, or burn, or explode. You will be sitting beside that favorite street of yours, dreaming of the ocean, of her. Not knowing the role you will play in the coming hours, what history or destiny or fateful chaos will hand you.
Liberty is not a possession. She is a lady.
She is sitting outside the cafe across the street. Waiting to meet a friend, an old friend. Waiting for you.
The distance is short – a single street, not more than ten steps? – but the true expanse between your intentions to her acceptance is – uncertain.
Wander the world with lust
Fall in love with every new road
But roads will never love you back
And there are greater distances
inside of ourselves
“Hey there.” She greets you with a warm smile. “You look good! Like a true country boy.”
“Do I?” You look down at your plain, bespeckled shirt with slight embarrassment. “This is my first time back in the City. Everyone dresses differently now.”
She blushes and fiddles her cup. “So where are we? I know you didn’t pick this place for the coffee. It’s terrible.”
“No, not for the coffee. For the view.” You nod in the direction of the painted wall, of the ocean. There is something special about sitting outside a cafe, with nowhere to be and nothing to do, that digs out old memories that were long buried away.
Her eyes alight. “Here? Now?”
“A promise is a promise. I found a way in, right over there.”
“Seriously, right now?”
“You ready to go? Or do you need a proper swimsuit like one of those preppy city girls?”
She drops an empty cup into its saucer and slides out of her chair.
“Now I remember why I like you. You’re the only one crazy enough to break into the palace beach for a swim.”
My Legation
a novel
My Legation
a novel
When the United States breaks apart as a nation, a group of American refugees compete with each other to prosper abroad and to recreate a new Homeland.
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The circle-alley is a rolling sea of fists and black flags. Great masses of people lunge forward like tidal waves from all sides of the crowd. They come to a crashing halt against the police barricades with a clamor of shouts and cheers.
Abrahm turns to to the city clerk standing by his side.
"Bring me the building engineer and a police radio. I know how to save us."
Sables
a novel
Sables
a novel
In a war-torn African country, a UN officer discovers a poor village boy who is a mindreader - a discovery that empowers them to defeat a warlord and save their village.
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“A cloud talked to me last night.”
Across from me sits Bandara, a Sri Lankan. He’s a soldier with big biceps and an even wider smile.
“A cloud? Like a cloud in the sky?” He’s confused. His English isn’t very good and thinks he misunderstood me.
“Yes, a cloud in the sky talked to me. In Sudish.”
Bandara laughs loudly.
“So even the clouds here are Sudish. What did it say?”
The Hill
a play
The Hill
a play
Set in Boston 1775, this quasi-historical account of the Battle of Bunker Hill is an inspiring first-person adventure novel that can also be adapted as a patriotic play for school children.
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The First of September brings the devils out.
Two hundred red-coated British soldiers, tightly packed into almond-shaped boats, row silently up the Mystic River. From the shoreline, two men in dark blue coats follow the boats, moving sideways through the forest at steady pace. A British rower catches a glimpse of their movement through the morning twilight.
"Major Pitcairn, Sir..."
Pitcairn, standing tall upon the bow of the ship like noble sentinel of Rome, is already aware of his pursuers.
"I see them. Keep rowing."
Like Hawks From A Tree
a novel
Like Hawks From A Tree
a novel
Two best friends and bachelors meet in Baltimore for a night of bar hopping. When a friendly bet results in a train trip far north to Vermont, the bachelors find themselves caught up in a political game between rival mafias culminating in a dramatic shootout.
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Big distractions, small adventures. In this age of anxiety, it’s the best option on the table.
Wind howls across my face as I drive northward in a decades-old, rusted 1996 Jeep Cherokee with no doors. It came with doors, but I removed them. Things that are supposed to be kept whole are often more interesting when you take away a few parts.
The highway rolls as only highways do - fast - until a terminus appears. Nine sculpted, orange block letters stacked atop each other. It’s a totem. There’s no “Welcome to” or “You’re entering” or any unnecessary, cheery modifiers. Just the name.
BALTIMORE.
Break Dreams
poems
Break Dreams
poems
A collection of short, philosophical poems.
A few lines...
So much light
in that moment
so much fire
in those hearts
many years ago
that brilliant orange sky
ignited an afterglow
in the souls of us.
from time to time
i still feel its embers
Tread
a novel
Tread
a novel
A pauper quits his prestigious school to search for a lost friend in modern-day India.
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My first memory was wearing the boots of my father. Big, bright leather boots with smooth bottoms. Boxer's shoes.
Begin Phone Call. Ringing...
Hello?
Arjo, it's me. I have something to tell you, something very sad.
What is it?
Your best friend, Terah, is dead. You need to come home.
My God. What happened?
No one knows. He's either dead or missing. Are you coming home?
I can't come. I have to finish my exams. But maybe he's alive? When was he last seen?
Galla saw him nine days ago. He left all his things except a pair of boots. Not good. Are you coming home?
I can't come home right now. I really can't leave my studies. What did he take with him?
A pair of boots. The ones that belonged to Papa.
Papa's boots? Are you sure?
Yes. That's what they said.
I'll be home tonight. Tell Galla he's alive. I'll explain when I see her.
Yes, please. Come home. We'll prepare your room.
No room. I won't stay long. Tell Uncle to put gas in my motorcycle.
Click.
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