10 Things to know B4 U file an EEO Claim

Wordsmith Publishing Company takes this opportunity to announce a new e-book available soon on amazon.com, titled.

10 Things to know B4 U file an EEO Claim

Author: Vernon 'Duke' Johnson
Editor and Illustrator: Alisa Js

'Penny Penn' available for free on amazon.com during May 25 to 27, 2013

Penny Penn (a story about what matters most)
by: Vernon Johnson and alisajs
Illustrations: alisajs

Available on amazon.com,  free during May 25 to 27, 2013.  Please leave a customer comment and let us know your thoughts after reading.

Thank you!

1. Go to amazon.com
2. Go to books
3. Enter, 'Penny Penn'
4. Download and enjoy
5. Please leave us a customer comment if you enjoyed this book and its message.

How God Plays Billiards Free May 25 to 27

How God Plays Billiards
by: Vernon 'Duke' Johnson, Sr.
Illustrations: alisajs, Margaret Thrower

Available on amazon.com for free during May 25 to 27, 2013.  Please stop by and check it out.  We invite you to leave a customer comment afterward to let us know your thoughts.

Thank you very much.

1. Go to amazon.com
2. Click on books
3. Enter: How God Plays Billiards
4. Download book
5. Please leave customer comment on amazon.com

Let's Learn Manners - Table Manners

Let's Learn Manners- Hello and Good-bye

Let's Learn Manners

The best way to start each day right
is with a cheery ' good morning'
and end with
a heartfelt 'good night'


*A page from 'Let's Learn Manners'
a children's book
coming soon!!!

Written and illustrated by:
alisa js

Final Cover Decision for Penny Penn

After looking at alternative covers, we have decided this will be the final cover for Penny Penn.  Thank you again for all your suggestions, especially to the children. 

Aloha,  

alisajs ;-)

Working cover for 'The Adventures of Penny Penn'

This is our working cover for 'The Adventures of Penny Penn' scheduled to be released in April 2013.

alisajs

Onion Patch

I am here beside this onion field

peeling back layers I see and feel 

no one knows and yet, everyone bleeds

a length and width and sense of need

he sat there

with his head bowed low

quietly anticipating

no need to show

like those feelings I used to know

when times were full of uncharted troves

oh, how the road beckoned before 

calling

teasing

and we, ready to burst with hopeful imaginings 

jumped inside with nerves of steel,

steering toward some silent summon

over the uneven asphalt sea

when did the dream deflate

and shackles bound

wrapped round your life 'til you can no longer breathe

freedom remains some distant memory

a desperate haunt

of where you used to be...

ajs/4.17.13

The Adventures of Penny Penn

 Coming soon!

A new children's book for children of all ages.

The Adventures of Penny Penn

A story about what matters most.

By:  A collaborative effort by Vernon Johnson, Sr. and alisa js
Illustrations by: alisa js

Us

I wanted this to last
late night talks, laughter till noon
the fascinating sense of time standing still
whenever we appeared

I need to remember
you.
for the rest of my days
and endless nights, too

we were like sugar and sassafras
mischief and licorice sticks,
obliviously entranced and mystically matched
no one else mattered, not that we cared.
for all we could see was
us...

ajs/3.28.13

Transition

I am here
under this midnight obsession
alone with these thoughts
so quiet, it's beyond eerie.
the chatter has moved
marched right through that open floor board
next to the dark spot
that leads to new worlds

what do you do
when your macrocosm starts to plummet
reality removed and
realigned
where is the next leap
set by another
whose imprint not known
except under the salty brine

there are no words here
only thoughts
dark images slide
blowing whispers spent,
what do you place in the spaces
now empty
filled once with memories and dreams...

aj/3.12.13

Never Ending

this dialogue in my head is continual

endless,

strung together with heartbroken sleeves

torn from the karma

twice removed.

emotionless

objective

memories surface

powder puff imagery

I can barely see

and yet, you are there

you are there always

front and center

silent in the front row,

do you remember me...

2.11.13/ajs

© 2013 Alisa Js

Fridays

I keep hoping to find a way to
run into all your Fridays
hang around until the sun cries out
or when we decide it's time

shadows follow with every second step
lingering around the sudden smile
where hope resides.
my anguish isn't in the trying
or attempting to
or even inside your beautiful words
pressed between sullen flashes of gut wrenching flares
from the underside.
it's where you reside
and I've come to accept it.
accept you.
even when I don't want to, I find myself back
beside the same old track
and we go again
like pebbles and fine wine

I have always desired a love so rare
true love.
the kind we watch on the big screen
listen to with eager ears
not meant to be,
not with me.

the seeds of dysfunction were planted ages ago
before the smitten could rise
before the pattern was set
before rhythm had rhyme
and all I'm left with are these Fridays...


ajs/2.6.13

How Could We?

How Could We

I desired to unravel the mystery of you

along with other forbidden thoughts unspoken at the moment,

could we have tasted that almost unattainable fire

stepped into the flame and survived

known by those who enjoy and bespeak

Had I met you before those watershed events

what would our legend be?

Before your life treasures and possessions had consequence

could we have made it to this day

the promise awaits, still

sweeping along midnight's hushed wishes

yet, how could you abandon your now

relinquish all ties

renounce all commitments

surrender to me, alone

impossible

yet, impossible is all I hear

unreasonable attempted disasters,

complex

vexation's delight

double cross where none should exist

debilitate the obvious,

emotional molester with a twist...

1-26-13

ajs

Dream Lands

maybe we didn't have to end up like this hopelessly waiting on opposite ends maybe if we gotten past the unbroken bridge or crossed over the landing we'd see the agony of the ecstacy leads from within screaming for another attempt, but why strolling among yesterday's scenes we stumble, unable to discern between those from another time and this day left back against some distant hillside along side a forgotten road we hiccup, suddenly aware it's cold out here and the weather is quite dreary where did the sunshine run to where are those singing birds in spring? did we forget it's still winter the hypothetical looks most attractive now leading in points next to reality, placing a distant third we loved and laughed or thought we did the lies were smaller then now, the landscape lies bittersweet between fruitcakes and marmalade ... © 2013 Alisa Js