Bewildering Stories will be publishing a new short story by ME in the upcoming months, I'll let you know what issue and when.
I have started another novel based on National Geographic Explorer's discovery of an ancient people called the Ebu Gogo on FLores Island near Komodo Island. The island was populated by a tribe of people whose average height was about three and a half feet tall. Also populating the island were pygmy elephants called stegadons that stood only about four feet at the shoulder. The top Predator on the islands were the Komodo Dragons that could be up to twenty feet long. The new novels working title is Island of the Moala Komo.
I have submitted poetry to Long Story Short recently.
I have sold two stories to an Anthology coming out this spring.
I also have another story out there somewhere in submission land.
The Last
Doug Hiser
If I were walking on snow at the last place on earth
And polar bears watched you walk by in fur boots
I would smile like a holographic blue light
If I were standing at the top of a waterfall
And macaws of red, green and gold flew around my head
I would search the horizon for your smile
Dancing like a fool or scarecrow or puppet
All of my paintings made from surreal dreams
I could have lived under the sea like a merman
All of my special talents locked away in a vault
That only you could discover
If I were falling and you were crying
And butterflies and dragonflies and honey bees
And whales would sing your name
If I were sad and melancholy and you were empathetic
And letters and words were shuffled in the air
And I would try to spell your name
Lying here in the snow I feel icicles on my face
All of my dreams are brittle and fractured
I could have lived on a throne in a paradise
Dolphins leaping in my lagoon
Chariots of gold and maidens eating grapes
If I could look at anything before I left this place
Before I die
Before I leave this earth
Waving a farewell to polar bears
And macaws and butterflies and dolphins
And the last thing I need to…
The last is looking deeply into your eyes.
The Sky Called Me
Doug Hiser
I could see her leaning against the silhouette tree
Red violet horizon on the water
My hands curled up in deep pockets
Searching for the source of my pain
I waited until dusk called me
I waited until the sky had no moon
I was waiting until dusk called me
Sitting on a cold bench at the train station
I climbed the ridge to the highest point
She stared up from the yellow pastures
I could see her shading her eyes from the setting sun
I could see her looking up this way
I waited until the snows called me
I waited until there was no sky
I was waiting until the snows called me
Sitting on a cold rock near heaven’s bridge
Searching for the source of my pain
Clutching the secrets of sadness
I look to see her profile in the clouds
I fight this endless madness
Swimming in a river of red
Running in deep sand
I remember the last thing she said
I waited until the sky called me
