Tag Archives: humanity

How Many Lost Words?

Posted on March 6, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

How many tales have been lost? To history’s brutal ways Burned for blasphemy Torn apart by fear Never to return to the page Knowledge buried So deep it suffocates to death Stories shredded Cast to the winds and tides All … Continue reading →

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A Negative World?

Posted on February 16, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

First, an apology for changing topics after I promised someone this week would be about outlining.  I moved that to mid-March because I’ve had a lot on my mind.  This probably breaks my ‘no personal’ stuff, but I really need … Continue reading →

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THE HOPETELLER IS NOW AVAILABLE!

Posted on May 31, 2014 by Charles Yallowitz

NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE FOR $1.25! Book Blurb: Humanity has been driven into the wilderness by the ‘Invaders’. They have been forced to live as colonies in the wilderness where survival is a daily struggle. Hope becomes harder and … Continue reading →

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Eyes of a Villain

Posted on May 12, 2014 by Charles Yallowitz

I’ve mentioned a few times that everyone loves a good villain.  This isn’t an original thought and has been around longer than all of us have been alive.  Yet, you don’t always see a lot from the villain’s perspective.  They … Continue reading →

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The Great Hoarder

Posted on May 26, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Surrounded by wealth And extravagance He sits in his castle Never needing But always wanting While his brethren Starve and scramble for life He has more wealth Than one man needs Earned through work And thought Yet more he gathers … Continue reading →

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Life and TImes of Ichabod Jones

Posted on April 21, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Ichabod Jones is a simple scruff Living on the edge Dangling his feet Into the sickening fog Peering up at the flying city Humanity’s only home   Ichabod Jones remembers times When man walking richest soil Instead of echoing steel … Continue reading →

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