Doll Maker now on Barnes and Noble

My book of poetry, “Doll Maker” is now on the Barnes and Noble website.

 

 "Doll Maker" front cover"Doll Maker" back cover

The Doll Maker is taking women off the street and turning them into dolls before killing them. Will he be caught?

 

You can find it here.

It is also on CreateSpace, Amazon in paperback and on KindlePowell’s Books, and on ebay.

 

My second book of poetry, “Duskhouse Player” is available on Amazon as a paperback and Kindle.

 

"Duskhouse Player" Paperback cover "Duskhouse Player" Kindle Cover

Life is a series of random events laid out by Fate. Poetry is the paintings of her face. Duskhouse Player takes the random parts of life and pulls them out of a hat to give you a different experience in poetry. Its joyful and sorrowful.


Anthony’s Italian Food

Anthony’s an Italian restaurant in the Ashland area that serves pizza, pasta, sea food, and more. After three visits, I feel like I can give a fair assessment of their food, atmosphere, bathroom, and more.

When you first go in, there are the typical tables and chairs lining the restaurant, but at the bar area start the booths with only enough room between the bar and the booths for one person to walk. Behind the bar, are where they work their food magic. The atmosphere is rustic, sort of what you expect from a vineyard you might be visiting. The windows has painted images of plants and food. Inside, the walls have various pieces of art that run from obvious to abstract. Its cozy and lit a little romantically.

However, there is a modern jukebox that breaks the cozy, rustic feel of the room, and turns it into a claustrophobic nightmare in one spot. Its possible to avoid that spot, but at the same time, you don’t want your customers to feel like they need to make a run for it.

The food is delicious. My favorite dish–stuffed shells, which is on the special once a week at around $9.00–is amazing. The shells are always cooked to perfection and the sauce makes your mouth water. Their calzones are impeccable, and everyone I dine with at Anthony’s loves the food. They have Pepsi products, which isn’t too bad, but if you want tea or water they’ll bring it to you.

Our waiters/waitresses are always courteous and only once have we had any problem with anything coming out in a timely manner.

The bathrooms… the bathrooms… What can I say about the bathrooms? They’re… small. Anthony’s bathrooms desperately need an overhaul. The toilet was not properly attached to the floor and moved while you sat on it, if you shifted your weight. Water–from the toilet–is constantly on the floor, because its leaking. The sink is cramped, and the trashcan is always full. It is not parent friendly, in that there is no where to change your baby’s diaper. Nor is there any room if you have to go in with your child.

I give Anthony’s 3.5 out of 5 stars.

Overall, I’d say that you should go and eat there. Just don’t use the bathroom.


Duskhouse Player

My second book of poetry, Duskhouse Player, has been published through Amazon.

 

 

 

Life is a series of random events laid out by Fate. Poetry is the paintings of her face. Duskhouse Player takes the random parts of life and pulls them out of a hat to give you a different experience in poetry. Its joyful and sorrowful.

 

Purchase the Kindle edition here, and the paperback edition here.

 

 

 


End

The books pile high
and the military
becomes the police force.
Torches in every man’s hand.
I hide, watching.

Skyscrapers once reached
to the heaven.
Now, they are crumbled.
Pictures, not withstanding,
no one remembers.

With no choice, but survival
they turn to him,
the man with the torch,
setting the books on fire.
I watched.


Summerland

Hell is a place for the Christians

after death. That is not my home.

 

My body will lay among

the roots of the fields,

which will grip my flesh,

and worms will break my body apart.

 

My soul will see no fire.

 

Flames cannot harm me,

because I do not believe

in a place where you are punished

for mistakes you are supposed

to learn from.

 

A scatting will let

me pass through

the veil,

 

where I will learn my lesson,

and be reborn.


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I wish there

had been a physical

slap across my face

 

Don’t talk to your Nana

that way! She’s not a dog.

 

Then what am I?

 

A physical pain

assaults me when the shout

comes without warning.

 

If you break that dryer,

you’ll be sorry.

 

I already wished

I wasn’t born.

 


Nest

There once had been nothing

beneath black wings,

flapping with all my might.

No wind today.

 

An egg lays ready to hatch,

but ruffled feathers

have been plucked before

it arrived. No wind, still.

 

When the shell cracks

and falls apart, squished

face has green eyes blinking

against the harsh light

 

and the beak-mouth opens

wide. Shrieks call out. Breeze.

The larger beak-mouth could

not reach for wailing

 

chick, numbed from surgery

and drugs. The one whose movements

were not hindered reached

for the fluff. There is wind today.


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