Friday, April 24, 2015

Punch Cancer In The Mouth!

It is that time of year again.  I am doing the Relay for Life tonight and can use any support that the Denmonites can offer.  Whether or not it is merely sharing the link below, or if it is donating some of your hard earned money for a great cause, I thank you.
We all know of a loved one that has succumbed to cancer, and this is our way to punch cancer right in the mouth, where it hurts.  We hit the track tonight at 6pm EST and every dollar counts.

What is Relay?
In May 1985, Dr. Gordy Klatt walked and ran for 24 hours around a track in Tacoma, Washington, ultimately raising $27,000 to help the American Cancer Society fight the nation’s biggest health concern cancer. A year later, 340 supporters joined the overnight event. Since those first steps, the Relay For Life movement has grown into a worldwide phenomenon, raising nearly $5 billion to fight cancer.
What We Do:
  • Organized, overnight community fundraising walk
  • Teams of people camp out around a track
  • Members of each team take turns walking around the track
  • Food, games and activities provide entertainment and build camaraderie
  • Family-friendly environment for the entire community

How Can I Donate?
Simple!  Just cut and paste the link below or click here.
Once again, thank you for everything!
TTFN Denmonites!

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Joseph Grant: Face of War

My buddy Joseph Grant recently had a piece, Face of War, published in Writing Raw. In thirteen pages, Grant is able to take the reader through the mind's-eye of a soldier wounded in battle. Many pieces of literature have revolved around this familiar subject matter, but Joseph Grant takes the idea and brings a very unexpected twist.

Suffice it to say, the short story will have you searching your own face in the mirror. You'll wonder how people are able to overcome the mental trauma of losing themselves when the most crucial elements with which they associate their identity, are taken away.

Face of War
By Joseph Grant

It's been said, that in war, you never hear the shot that kills you. But you never hear the one that almost kills you, either. Nor do you hear the roadside bomb called an IED for Improvised Explosive Device when it goes off nearly dead center beneath your supply truck. But if you are somehow fortunate to wake up in a hospital afterwards, you will hear the ringing in your ears for weeks. The screaming of the dying soldiers around you never quite goes away.
"You're one of the lucky ones." is what they tell as you lay in the hospital bed but you don't consider yourself lucky at all. You feel like hell as your body fights to stay alive, fluids oozing through gauze everywhere. The bed is a mess and they have rounds where they pick you up as you scream in pain so that they can change the bed, change the tubes and the dressings, put you back together again before the morphine kicks in again. No, you don't consider yourself lucky. You're pieces of your former self. The lucky ones have all died, for they no longer have to live with the memory of war.

-TTFN Denmonites


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Harlan Halifax Complete...

...and off to the editor!

As I announced on my Facebook page, I have recently finished my third novel The Hundred Heartbreaks of Harlan Halifax. I have occasionally dropped snippets of the novel on my page as well, but thought it might be a good idea to share the "book jacket" synopsis with all of you while it rolls onward to the editor.

I know many of you are awaiting the third book in my mafia trilogy, An Upstate New York Mafia Tale, and please know that Ashes to Ashes is well on the way to being completed. I needed a break from the storyline of AUNYMT to try my hand at a different theme and at a different style. I have many stories kicking around in this rust-bucket head of mine, and I know that with the adventure of The Hundred Heartbreaks of Harlan Halifax behind me, I will approach the ending to the trilogy with the vigor that you all deserve.

The Back of the Book:

The Hundred Heartbreaks of Harlan Halifax is a story set in the cornfields of Indiana. In Trinity, Indiana, a small community that is practically owned by the ancient and reclusive Harlan Halifax, young Addison Yates lives in the shadow of the Halifax mansion.

With his mother recently deceased, and a father who is on the ropes financially, Addison's world consists of his friends and an aging farmhand who now resides at the Yates' home. After an unfortunate lapse in judgment, Addison's path crosses with that of Harlan Halifax. He learns how the other half lives as well as the secrets behind Harlan's desire to remain a shut-in.

Through Harlan, Addison meets a girl from Afghanistan who is a refugee of the war torn country. Captivated by a pair of brown eyes under a hijab, Addison is thrust on an inward journey that causes the small events in Trinity to take on a much larger significance.

In this coming of age tale, the desperation of poverty meets the legacy of wealth. Youth clashes with age. Knowledge battles ignorance. Friendships attempt to withstand abuse, prejudice, and loss.

In a world ripping at the seams, Addison learns of love's many forms, while also awakening to the hatred that ignorance can breed.

Quote From the Book:

"On a dust covered road with his light-blue Univega Gran Rally laying on its side and dirt clinging under his fingernails he saw her part two stalks of corn like Moses parting the sea. Her dark eyes, chestnut skin, and long amber hair made the rest of the world seem all the more grey and bland. Yet he understood, now, why the sun bothered to shine at all, why birds sang, and flowers bloomed. The eyes, he remembered the eyes from Harlan’s house, from walks to town and back. Only he had never seen them before without the headscarf that made her so foreign to the rest of Trinity and made her an oddity prone to ridicule in the sleepy and eternally preserved town."

TTFN Denmonites!