Wednesday, September 12, 2018

I survived Andrew, Hurricane check list

I survived Andrew, Hurricane check list

1. Don't tape windows. Hurricanes bust glass, so tapes easier to bust.

2 Anything outside can become flying debris. This includes shingles and potted plants etc.

3. Patio furniture must be submerged in a swimming pool or brought in. It will also fly.

4. If you are in a flood zone place sandbags under doors.

5 put all important docs in double ziplocks so the water doesn't destroy them.

6. Need an ice chest? Have you got a washing machine? Fill it with ice.

7. Be certain that your bath tubs are filled with water. A bucket is also a good idea as plumbing might not work for a while.

8 Candles, gas lamps, kerosine etc are a NO NO. Flash lights will not catch the house on fire.

9. There is never enough drinking water. Buy more. Pets need clean water too.

10 have not only a good stock of sterno and canned goods, but also a hand operated can opener.

11. Also using a grill indoors will kill you. Every day's a backyard BBQ

12. Boarding up windows can save your life.

13. If time permits trim down trees that may fall.

14. A generator won't last long. Have a plan B

15. Cell service is out and so are street lights. Time to study the emergency driving rules and find a land line to call relatives.

16. Find the most central room, or if your bathroom has no windows, this is the place to stay during the storm.

17. You need a buttload of batteries and an actual radio to get updates and help center info.

18. If possible it's safer to go as far inland as possible, even if you have to stay in a crappy hotel.

19. have a first aide kit and refills on every med. Remember roads may be blocked and 911 might not have access to where you live.

20. DON'T take a walk after to access the damage. Power-lines are down, live and hidden.


Savanna says.... EB

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Meet Gustav tonight!!!

Cedars, 706 Steel Street in Youngstown, Ohio. 9:00pm Vinyl Record night and book signing

MEET Gustav and get a signed copy of  Whispers of the Seraphim! The hottest new poetry out there!!

Book are available for sale onsite! Come out and have a blast!!

Thursday, August 2, 2018

EB excerpt Banshees (unedited)

Ratchet was glued to the spot with fear. She watched as Granny Voggle quickly scooped up a discarded copy of, Ye Old Newspaper, and rolling it up slapped the werewolf lightly on the snout.

“Down!” Granny ordered. The werewolf moved away from Wren and holding it's paw over it's snout and tucking it's tail between it's legs whined, “Ouch. What'dya go and do that for? I wasn't really gonna bite her.”

“It certainly looked like you was!” Granny snapped wagging the paper in one hand. Then she commanded, “Sit.”

The werewolf sat in an easy chair, still holding his nose and whined, “Can't hit me for bitin' when I ain't done it.”

“Ya see?” Granny Voggle complained, “I toldya it'd be more trouble than it's worth.”

Across the room was heard a wincing, “You can't punish me for biting, when I didn't.”

“Well, we didn't have any other choice, Granny,” Wren answered softly.

“You got no right sayin' I was gonna bite! Maybe I wasn't,” the werewolf grumbled.

“I don't see him bein' much help to tell ya the truth,” Ratchet exclaimed.

“I might not 'o bitten. I mean how do ya know?”

“He's the only help we got right now though,” Granny conceded finally.

“You can't know is my point. Mighta not bitten. Innocent til proven guilty, that's all I'm sayin'.”

“Stop that whimpering,” Granny yelped. The werewolf silently lowered his head. Before the witches could get the words written down to bring before the werewolf he yipped, “I gotta go out. I need to go walksies.”

“You'll have to wait a bit. I needs your help with somethin',” Granny said flat.

“NO. You spanked my nose. I got a very nervous tummy. I gotta go walksies now!” said the werewolf crossing his legs. Then uncrossing them. Then recrossing them. And so on.

“I think it's an emergency, Granny. I'll take him,” Wren said and whistled for the werewolf to follow.

“Ain't a witch's life pure glamor?” asked Granny handing Wren a burlap sack and an enormous shovel.***

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Friday, July 27, 2018

Interview with Gustav

Interview with Gustav

Thank you for being with us today. Can you describe your poetic style?

I feel that I do not have a specific poetic style. My poems flow with my mood and how I feel to write them at that very moment. It is more of a free flowing creativity. As you will see in my book, the variance in style and flow is sporadic I guess one could say.

What inspires you?

There are many different things that inspire me as a writer. It may be a person I encounter by chance or someone who is a family member or close friend. I am inspired by whatever I may be listening to or reading at that time. Nature and my surroundings are big influencers in many aspects of my writing as well.

What became your defining moment as a writer?

I would say my defining moment as a writer was the same time I discovered the beauty of music. I have always been drawn to music, more the lyrics than the actual music backing them up. Once I realized that a lot of what I was listening to was poetry itself at some point before being turned into a song, I thought to myself, “This is something I can do. I think I will give it a try.”

If you could give struggling writers one piece of advice what would it be?

My advice to struggling writers would be that if you truly want to write and get enjoyment out of expressing yourself by doing so, then just keep on doing it. Do not write for the purpose of becoming rich or well known, because if that is your sole motive your heart is not in it. Write for the love of writing and if you are persistent and true to yourself and your writing, you have already succeeded.

Where can we find more about you?

If you enjoy the poetry in my book and are interested in reading some more of my writing you can find some of my music reviews at or

Where can we buy this book of yours?

You can find my book at

Just search for “Whispers of the Seraphim”

Thanks for being with us today.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Coming soon!

The poet is a liar who always tells the truth. Open these pages, if you dare, and hear the whispers that echo deep within as they resonate with your reality as only poetry can. Take a deep, soulful look at modern day life as seen through the lens of an old-fashioned soul. Unrequited love, angst, joy, and folly are all covered by Gustav, as any poetry fanatic would expect. And yet this exciting new talent brings to life the unexpected as well. One part tortured romantic and one part dark comedic genius, Gustav’s unique voice cuts through the noise of modern life to pierce the seraphim soul inside each of us.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

I hate July 4th (repost)

I hate July 4th

Not trying to rag on a great National holiday... neither am I trying to be ungrateful to a great Nation. The truth is I hate July 4th. As a child our Aunt would take us to see fire-works and I thought that was purely magical!

I wanted to share the same with my own daughter. When she turned 3. I was very excited to take her to Millander to see the fireworks with the “big kids'” and it was a huge family event... a milestone in her growth.

The family was pure electric-volt excitement as we readied her, bathed and dressed her, loaded her in the car-seat and drove a ways to get to the park.

My Pappaw was giddy with excitement. He nearly skipped the four blocks from the parking to the bleachers. He held her hand and practically dragged us to the top, “First time, best view,” he bragged repeatedly. Reminding us it was his birthday and teasing my little girl all the while that the holiday was his birthday party. (It sort of was actually, it being his birthday as well.) I'd not seen him that excited in years!

We happily waited, drinking slushies, waiting for the popcorn vendor when the lights dimmed. Two small fireworks went off. I thought I heard him weeping. I ignored my instinct to ask. Thinking maybe... I was over-imagining. I've always had an overly-active imagination.

But by firework four there was no more doubt. Pappaw jumped up from the bleachers, screaming, shouting, desperately... hysterical. My daughter, frightened, followed suit. She had no idea what was wrong. I didn't right away either. It wasn't until he began yelling... what I can only call, “Marine-type codes” that I figured it out.

My Pappaw mistook the fireworks for a war-zone and was transported back to Korea. In his mind the danger and desperation, the panic was real. It grew much worse with every bang. Some very nice people near us, who didn't speak English, figured it out too. They helped us get him down, calm him and he was able to walk us back to the car.

The night became a blur of awkward apologies, of the unseen chink in the armor that had been so closely guarded that I never believed it existed. The next day things were relatively normal again... and I failed ever to mention it as I felt what Nanna explained as “Shell-shocked,” and Pappaw shrugged off as “failure to adjust to his gout medicine” (Yes he really said that) I never brought it up again. I didn't want to embarrass him. He was a Marine. A total and complete badass!

But once I put myself in his place... I realized being brave doesn't mean you aren't afraid when people are shooting at you. Anyone who wouldn't be afraid of bullets coming at them is a moron. It means that you do it afraid.

Courage... true courage... allows you to have weakness, even panic. True courage means you keep on going just the same. My Pappaw fought, watched friends die, villages burn and as in any war faced a horror daily that very few that enjoy freedom will ever be capable of or even understand. He was lucky enough to come home.

Very lucky. Wasn't he? Because if you think about it bravery and luck rarely have much to do with one another. He was brave enough to bare those gruesome memories and go to work every morning... even if remembering destroyed a good night's sleep … or roused him with nightmares. Even then he faced life, raised a family and internally carried the quiet burden of what freedom truly costs, even when people abused it, ignored it, or belittled it. That's true bravery. That's a true hero.

And there are so many millions more. Suffering silently. Men and women who returned safely home... and never told us that parts of their souls were Missing In Action, that their ability to sleep, sometimes even function had gone AWOL.

I have only one thing to say about that... Once A Marine, Always A Marine. Once a hero... Eternally A Hero.

To those who've served... I am forever in your debt!

Happy Birthday, Pappaw.

That's my side of it,



Saturday, June 9, 2018


I' m home!! And believe it or not I had the time of my life! Also everybody loved my husband and commented on how happy I finally am. I am you know, as far as love, deliriously happy! We saw some sights. We ate and laughed. Actually we had a ball and a blast (if I may borrow the term from a great writer I know. You know while I was there I bought my Mom a couple of shirts and she was just like a kid in a candy store, which made me feel great! (Other than illness and PTSD screwing with me ... and I realized the next day that it was due to me forgetting to take certain meds) Well I was having too much fun to worry with meds so shush! I was expecting my bros to just hate me to death, but they were the absolute greatest! You HAVE TO try my bro's steaks! Holy crap! Rita took us to the shops. I never did get the puppy for dad even though I had the funds because Dad said he didn't want another dog. But that was okay because we enjoyed everyone's company and every day was like a party. Both my nephews are brilliant and wonderful. Chris being an amazing guitarist as well! Hubby went off with the guys to see the air museum, which since he used to be a pilot tickled him to no end. While he was doing that I watched a movie with my bro and sis that was absolute weird but I laughed a lot. We all had a great time. We've invited everyone to vacation here as they showed us an amazing time and I just HAVE to show my Mom La Viata and well everything. Rita and me had a couples night visiting with our hubbys a greek restaurant. A great time was had by all! I am so happy that we went!

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Eb books

I have decided to end them with book 8. I doubt we will publish 9-on as the original ending in book 8 was perfect. Adding the rest will make the series possibly less appealing. This is because the ending of 8 is one of those rare Once in a lifetime type things. I can't top it. If we change our minds, you'll be the first to know.

That's my side of it,

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Kukla's Masterpiece

The Unicorn's Boy is available at Lulu today!!

Perfect gift for every child!