Well, the final edit is in, and it has cleared. Uncle Boog and the Dogfight is available now at Lulu.com. Here is the page site: https://www.lulu.com/shop/michael-thomas/uncle-boog-and-the-dogfight/paperback/product-2m5rjp7.html?q=uncle+Boog+and+the+dogfight&page=1&pageSize=4
The global market access through Amazon, B&N, and other online bookstores is still pending.
The book is listed under 18+ adults only, and I'm going to have to figure that one out with Lulu. I don't believe there is any reason for this to be strictly for adults. It has some curse words in it, some hints at sexuality, and some pretty explicit violence, but it is not anything that a mature teenager couldn't handle. For a new book, it is relatively inexpensive. Of course, as the author, I can get books a lot cheaper and probably get one to you cheaper if you order through me. If you would like a hand-signed copy, let me know by emailing me at mbt1966@yahoo.com. It will take longer than ordinary, but I will get one to you sooner or later.
I hate to sound like I am begging, but I really do hope that all of you will help me get the word out about this book. It certainly isn't a book for everyone, but I think that most people will enjoy it immensely, especially if you grew up when and where I did. Dewey Lynne is a compilation of many of us who grew up in Stone County, Arkansas in the 1970s and 80s. Uncle Boog, Daddy, Aunt Charlotte, Ozzie Plimpton, Jimbo Tuttle, Gopher Lewis, and the other characters are the people we were raised with. They are exaggerated to an extreme extent, but that is what makes it fun. They are all caricatures but characters we can recognize nonetheless. Anyway, whether you particularly like it or not, you can always tell your friends that they need to read this book by someone that you know. What would it hurt?
Okay! Here is the poem for the week. I think after this poem I will be done with the rollicking, nursery rhyme form. I have been challenging myself to take a form that is generally used for silly subjects and make a poem that is serious in its subject. I am getting tired of challenging myself in such ways though I believe a few of the poems have worked pretty well. Anyway, here is the poem. ENJOY!
The Dog Star Song
And now, we reap the dog star’s madness,
Powder settling over summer badness
And in dry heat and crinkling leaves confined.
Do you recall the pure delight
Of April’s slanting, fertile light
That planted thoughts of making in the mind?
Far from my air-cooled room, I will not wander.
The jagged paths of locusts, I’ll not ponder.
Where sunbeams weigh like wood, I will not be.
In this late August frame
That seems dancing like a flame,
I simply will refuse its melody
And hope the dog star ends its song to me.
This is a picture of the only bloom that my purple coneflower had on it this year. C'mon, echinacea, you have to do better than that!
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