When Eric’s Body was published in l993, it became an overnight sensation and has sold steadily through the present day. Hailed as “powerful . . . unforgettable . . . phenomenal,” it launched the writing powerhouse of Southern author Jery Tillotson, a former prize-winning journalist. The 25 stories deal with everything from heartbreak (“Barbed Wire”) and humor (“The Bastard of the County”) to the haunting (“The Last of the Seven Beauties”) and present a dazzling gallery of complex men you won’t forget. Jocks, convicts, bad boys, and evangelists—they’re all here. Read Eric’s Body and discover why tens of thousands of readers around the world have hailed it as one of gay literature’s most enduring classics!
"from the water's edge & other poems" is Belizean-American poet Jason S. Price's fifth book of poetry and it is a personal achievement because the poems render the heart bare. These poems are a collage, a multiple of voices and issues. For example, the poem "I Dream Through Slaves" is a faith rooted poem that comes from a legacy of pain: "Of slaves, I am its legacy - I dream through / Slaves because no matter how you oxidize / The green" haunts still; while the poem "Do Not Let Time" deals with time as purpose: "spend it, use it, work it in stride"; and the poem "A Space In My Skin" addresses the theme of longing, of missing. These themes and each of these poems, along with the others, speak a fundamental truth, a truth from experience, from observation, and most certainly, a truth from the heart. They are creative works of art that individually demands attention to style and rhythm; however, each poem is a reach, an insight and with a thoughtfulness that makes them not only works of art, but lessons of art. Lessons that speak to our lives, our common good, and with hopes for a more peaceful future. one tiny gracemay these few lines set you free -for a moment, a time or a periodfrom the lies your intuition feels -may these open lines let you seeyou are much more than just that -a pain, some hurts, that curse -may these tearful lines let you knowthere's a path that leads to freedom;there's a love that includes yourself -how meager, small, insignificanceyou may read between these lines -may this poem be the tiny grace you seek to gain your salvation -
Asher Benson has been living on the outskirts of society for years. After surviving a devastating terrorist attack in the mountains of West Virginia, he abandons a life of solitude to rejoin a fight he thought was long behind him. Drowning in survivor's guilt and plagued by the death and destruction that always follows him, Ash dedicates himself to finding the terrorists responsible for destroying an entire town. When a new threat arises in Washington D.C., the entire nation descends into chaos. With a team assembled from retired Special Forces warriors, the snarky Nami, and the ever-vigilant Drew, Ash goes in search of the man who brought the country to its knees. *Asher's War is the third book in the Asher Benson series of novels full of sarcastic humor and non-stop action.
That's me: 41, single, a football fanatic, and hiding behind sunglasses.As alcoholics we are good at hiding: our bottles, mistakes, heartaches, fears, and disease. AA tells us we need to hide behind a wall of anonymity. WHY? The answer is simple and unjust: society doesn't recognize we have a disease and that the cure is treatment-long-term, lifelong treatment. Instead we are misunderstood, labeled, judged, incarcerated, and outcast.We feel doomed to self-destruction, many times without the support of loved ones or friends. It's certainly not a road any of us would choose. We don't get up in the morning and determine "Today would be a great day to ruin my life, relationships, security, and career."Our only hope is support from those who understand, because they have walked this lonely, frightening, and oft discouraging road. I'm breaking anonymity, and speaking out about the horrors of our disease for two reasons. First, I want to encourage you, my fellow traveller, because there is hope; we can and do recover. Together let's find a way to join hands through these pages over the next thirty days and walk this thing out one day at a time. Secondly, I'm hopeful the day will come when we can be open and honest about our disease and receive the understanding and medical attention we need and deserve. I've met so many amazing men and women who suffer from alcoholism. We aren't a partying group; we are hurting. We need healing. We are, however, intelligent, creative, caring, loving, and tenderhearted men and women, husbands and wives, children and parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles; we are leaders and coworkers. We are of great value to our families and communities. Your first thirty days are just the beginning of a lifetime commitment; but they will be your hardest days. So reach deep. Make my commitment below, your commitment, and together let's take these first critical steps in this thing called recovery.
