The Bomber will be free for the valentines day weekend. This Saturday and Sunday the bomber will be free to download from amazon. Simply follow the link below on Saturday or Sunday and download my book. Leave me an honest review on amazon to let people know what you think.

This promotion is in anticipation of the upcoming release of my next novel Anvil Soul. Anvil Soul is a story about a priest in the small town of Temora. He discovers another priest in the town is molesting children, he must decide how to solve the problem when the police, the bishop and the people of the town do not believe him. Will he be able to save the children of this small town?

Anvil Soul will be the most challenging and confronting book of 2016.

 

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There was once a tree that loved a boy, and the boy would water the tree everyday. The boy was careful to keep weeds away and would pick any grubs or caterpillars out of the leaves if he found them.

The tree was already large when he and the boys became friends, but this tree appreciated the things the boy did for him. Even the water, which was nice but unnecessary because the tree had powerful deep roots, became something the tree looked forward to receiving. The boy would sit in the shade of the tree after school, sometimes the boy would climb the tree and sit in the low heavy branches which were easy to climb because they were thick and straight.

Sometimes when the boy climbed the tree, he would kick off some small branches or break some bark and this would hurt the tree, but the tree ignored the pain, happy that the boy was with him.

Once the boy brought some friends to see the tree, and the friends jeered and laughed at the boy, this, they said this was a normal tree just like any other in the field and this tree was stupid, worse than the others because it grew in the middle of the field and stopped them playing ball games or using the field for real fun like football. It was a tree, they said, that should be cut down.

One boy then took a knife from his pocket and scratched a word into the tree. The boy saw this and they began to fight. The boys fought a hard terrible fight, until blood ran on their faces and the others, tired of laughing and screaming convinced them to stop. The strangers left but the boy sat against the tree and cried. The tree, seeing everything, was proud of the boy. He could feel the wound cut into his trunk and he saw the blood on the boys face and he knew that they were connected now, forever they were one.

The boy grew up but the tree did not notice nor understand what this meant. The boy would bring girls to sit under the tree and by now, the boy did not water the tree anymore, nor keep the grubs out of his leaves, but as he was a big tree it did not matter. One day the boy stopped coming. The tree watched for him but the boy never came back. The tree could not know it, but the boy had left town and was now a man, living his life in a far city. The tree waited, watching, seeing other people but never his boy. One night, after a huge rain storm, a strong wind came and shook the tree so hard that it toppled over in the mud. It’s broken trunk sticking from the ground like a broken bottle, it’s massive body laying crushed in the mud. As the tree, confused and broken, lay dying it’s thoughts were for the boy that used to love him.

This weekend Pen Name Publishing will be doing something special for The Bomber on Valentines day!
Stay tuned for the announcement later in the week.

It has everything to do with The Bomber on Amazon!

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Meanwhile my new novel Anvil Soul is drawing closer to being released.

If you would like to win a free advanced copy of Anvil Soul I will be having a competition this valentines day.

 

Come back on Friday to find out the details.

It was fair well and good bye

as my neighbor left home last night.

Our homes are so close together I can hear them and they can hear me

in everything we do.

Watching TV, cooking, fucking,

the sounds travel.

He left her last night. She knew,

he had decided to be with another woman or another man

I was not too clear on what was happening.

I went to her house the next morning,

stepping carefully through the white stones of their Japanese garden

they had built together two years ago.

I remember about six months ago

The weeds came up through the stones,

so I made up some poison and killed them for her.

He had stopped coming home

and the garden began to rot.

Knocking on the front door she took a long time to answer

but when she came

I found her

black and tearful;

death in her eyes.

She said little but let me in and we sat opposite each other

in the front room. The sun came in the windows and curled up on the carpet

to sleep like a cat. My left foot was in the light and it began to feel warm.

She is Japanese, he was from here in the city

and they had been in love.

Sometimes love is not enough.

I asked her some questions and she nodded and said things sadly.

A ribbon of black hair feel down her right cheek and her eyes

flashed at me.

Her heart is full of love, I can tell,

but her eyes are full of death.

It was then that I realized we would not talk much again and that this moment

might be all I ever get of her for the rest of my life.

So I spent as long as I could, sitting, talking,

before I had to leave to sit alone in my house.

Wishing I had someone like her.

The tree

pushing at the fence

bends the heavy metal posts.

 

I have seen loneliness

made beautiful

and love made abhorrent.

 

Look through the eyes

of Edward Hopper

and see the lonely rooms of New York come alive.

 

She is beautiful

her words are magic

her face is brighter than the sun.

 

One way leads to destruction

and the other

to extinction.

 

If you find a coin in the street

hold it, smile for luck

then give it to someone who needs it more than you.