From the hot story The 520i, to the much talked about short story When Dogs Bark, and the award winning Cheeseburger--this book will keep you turning the pages. When Dogs Bark 2 is an exciting reprint of the original When Dogs Bark by Charles W. Harvey in ebook and soft cover formats. We didn't just change the cover. The new When Dogs Bark 2 has new stories and new poetry to make you go "hmm." If you thought BARK was hot, BARK 2 is even hotter. It is suggested that you only read it in air conditioned rooms. Why do women cry like saxophones? Why should women buy this book? Perhaps for no other reason than to learn why they cry like saxophones or to read How I Got Over a poem bruising with fierce revenge. And there's Promise's diary entry to her childhood friend Lakeisha Ann reminiscing over that rainy day when they played "husband" and "wife" under the kitchen table. But ladies after you finish reading WHEN DOGS BARK 2 turn it over to your male soul mates, your gay brothers, uncles, or that boy in the office. Brothers, this is your book. It should be rated R for the Real and mature readers who want to have something to pour tea over. Cruising in the Name of Love is not your church play. But Donny is all about real love in his monologue as he cruises in the mall. Perform it if you dare in your church basements or clubs. His message is universal. The cover will delight your eyes and light up your ebook reading devices. But the words will stay in your hearts. Read what others have said: Charles Harvey is always interesting, fun, funny and provocative. He always a good read from beginning to end. I am proud to say that I have plagiarized some of my best lines from him. I can not wait for some new material. James V. Thomas, Scenic Designer "When dogs bark, they simply surrender to the inevitability of their natures. Charles Harvey understands, even in form, that humanity too, is broken-- these line and stanza breaks parallel the places where people struggle to put themselves back together again. Reading him, I am always confronted with how crude, if true, we too surrender to the inevitability of our natures: like the poetry in these pages, we breathe, we break, we breathe again. - Tim'm T. West, author of Red Dirt Revival, BARE, & Flirting

You may think with a name like Jethro, our story is a simple tale of a country bumpkin visiting New York City. It’s deeper than that. There’s a restlessness in Jethro’s soul. Plus, he has the quirky habit of barking when he’s nervous. It starts with a low growl when he’s mildly agitated, to a ferocious bark when he feels endangered. Jethro gets fed up with his wife and her cousin after being cooped up in the cousin's tiny apartment. He came to New York to see things, he declares and steps out to explore the city on his own. As he rides the subway he growls under his breath to keep the creeps away (just imagine). He catches the attention of Toni a crossdresser recently released from the army. It becomes a wild weekend of sex and self-discovery until a dangerous encounter with a gang of boys sends Jethro back to the arms of his wife, Eartha Pearl. Is Jethro a changed man? Only time will tell. "Harvey captures the flavor of New York with the best of them." Excerpt: I say, “Now wait a minute, Jethro, you ain’t gonna have no cultural experiences stuck scared here on this stoop. Suppose Columbus had just sat on a stoop all his life. Just suppose. Shit. A man must take action!” While I sit debating, this big white dude in chains and leather walks toward me. Now, these chains ain’t dainty little things you get from Spiegel’s catalog. These chains come from the Navy yard. I mean these chains can lift submarines. He wears three around his neck, five on each wrist, and two on each ankle. Now the chains do not bother me. The fact that he has on funky raw uncured leather does not bother me. Even the glass eye--I hope it’s glass--dangling from his left earlobe on a chain does not bother me. What bothers me is when he turns in my direction, and grabs his grapefruit sized crotch and smiles—that’s what bothers ol’ Jethro here. I say, “Uh oh Jethro, somebody wants you to swing a certain way. And I don’t swing that way.” I wonder why he pick on me? So what if I do have on these black high top sneakers, shorts with Texas bluebonnets all over them, and a pink tee-shirt that says, “I BRAKE FOR MOONERS--that don’t mean I’m gay. Shoot. I’m just a colorful dude. Well okay if you want to count that time when I was in the eighth grade and me and Johnny Scardino grabbed each other’s rods behind the gym bleachers. I wouldn’t have gone back there with him, but he told me he had two and he would show me if I showed him mine. Okay, it tickled and I got a hard-on when he grabbed me and I grabbed him out of reflexes, but I haven’t seen Johnny since the eighth grade. I dreamed about him once, since I been married to Eartha Pearl. But I woke up and made love to Eartha real quick. So anyway I hang my head and growl softly at the man in leather. He must think I’m calling him to dinner ‘cause he moves a little closer. When I see him step, I bark louder. And not yap yap like a poodle either. I’m Doberman and Great Dane combined. I rattle nearby windows. New York people stare at me as they walk by. And they tell me you’re doing something when you can get a New Yorker to stare at you eye-level on the street. The dude slinks away like he’s carrying a tail between his legs. First appeared in Soulfires and Shade.

This volume contains the Proceedings of the fourth Meeting Italian/American Philosophy on the theme "Reason and Reasonableness" that took place in Rome from October 8-11, 2003. To be reasonable does not mean anymore to follow steady rules but it meant to tray to understand the different point of view and widening our cultural criteria in order to find a common evaluation.

The Virgin Islands Dictionary is a collection of words and phrases used frequently, naturally and enjoyably by the people who call the Virgin Islands home. Dont get it wrong; most Virgin Islanders speak English well. A growing majority speak English and Spanish making that set bilingual, while a super special set speak English and a well organized and brilliant dialect too and that makes them VIlingual! Through the collection of words and phrases captured here, you get a sense of many things about the people of the islands: that they are sometimes curt, very funny, and insolently mischievous at times. The words coupled with the way Virgin Islanders dramatically speak; make for a good time and hours of fun. This Dictionary will also do that, provide hours of fun and an easy tool for cultural exchange and pride and is THE BEST GUIDE for a newbie to learn the ins and outs of the Virgin Islands language.

Betty is a take-charge woman with a weakness for men down in their luck. Her men soon prove themselves to be unfaithful and suffer Betty's wrath. Her latest nameless lover who Betty met in the "Chicken N Biskit" is no different. He cheats on Betty with her best friend after Bonnie. He very much the dog he says he is. What else would you be if you make love to a woman in a cemetery? Excerpt: I have been living with Betty, in Betty’s house, for six months now. Her purse dangling at the end of its long chain bumped me when she rose from the table that day in the Chicken N Biskits. Betty rubbed my arm slowly and softly. When she left, there was a crumpled wad of paper on the table--a ten-dollar bill with her name and phone number scrawled over Hamilton’s smug face. I was insulted that such a troll would think that the likes of me would give her one second of my time. I kept the ten spot and a little voice told me to put the number in my jacked up flip phone with the missing zero. I tell you, a brother is having a hard time when he don’t even have a zero on his phone. When Friday came and the eagle hadn’t flown, the Manager tossed my things out into the rain, with a nest of bugs to keep me company.

In 'The Road to Astroworld,' a haunting narrative unfolds through a series of letters sent by Promise Goodday, a woman confined to a mental institution for a tragic act. Addressed to her childhood friend, Lakeisha Ann, these letters unveil a harrowing twenty-year journey within the confines of Rust Hills, a place marred by drugs, questionable therapies, and unspeakable abuse, including the torment from an individual she cryptically refers to as 'Big Fingers.' These poignant missives serve as a searing, yet occasionally darkly humorous chronicle of Promise's life at Rust Hills. As readers delve into her correspondence, they must ponder whether escape and redemption are attainable in the end. And, nestled within the recesses of Promise's heart, lies the enigmatic Astroworld—Is it a tangible escape or a whimsical dreamland guiding her on 'The Road to Astroworld'? Excerpt: Dear LaKeisha Ann: I think Big Fingers is a woman, or at least has had woman hands transplanted at the ends of his bull shouldered arms. I mean his fingers know my snatch better than my own fingers. They don't fumble. My Charlie the pussy Doctor, fumbled and was very clinical with me. But this man gets to the heart of the matter as he strokes me. And in my moaning I forget about the purple wounds on my ass that he has inflicted. Love, Promise Dear LaKeisha Ann: Lord, lord, if I were a beast, I would rip Big Fingers's heart out and eat it. You would think this man was on a period the way he swells and bellows toward the end of the month. He sent another girl to the infirmary. He beat Collette because she forgot how to spell her name. She wrote "'Let'" on her medicine sign-out sheet. She didn't really forget how to spell her name, but you know how it is to be seventeen. You wake up one morning and decide that you want a new name. Big Fingers told her to write "Collette Smith" on the form. She insisted on 'Let.' His blistering coaxial cable did not make her change her mind. If she dies, I hope death does not rob her of her spirit. I will buy her a tombstone and have "LET" chiseled into its granite face. Love, Promise PS. What's new with you? Dear LaKeisha Ann: we had a bad storm here yesterday. The rain battered the windows like a shower of fists--mens' fists. I screamed at the men. Girl, I screamed at them and cursed their Mamas. They started up the bus to drown out my screams. But, baby, I out-screamed their buses. finally they sent in Big Mama to point her finger at me. I came close to biting her finger off at the root, and sucking her until all that was left of her was bitter and dry. But I didn't bite Big Mama. the rain, I woke up in shackles. I think Big Fingers shackles us girls just so he can get a chance to touch our pussies. When you come out here, I'm going to introduce you to Big Fingers in case you're in the market for a husband. kiss them grandbabies. Love, Promise

Embark on an extraordinary voyage to Astroworld with Promise as your spirited guide. In this collection of tales, you'll witness the fascinating tapestry of humor and heartache woven into her epic journey towards a place of true happiness. These stories are just a glimpse of the incredible adventures awaiting you in "Promises Letters from the Road to Astroworld" and the enchanting novel "The Road to Astroworld." Prepare to be captivated by a world where laughter and tears dance in harmony, beckoning you to explore the full tapestry of Promise's extraordinary expedition.