Who killed Professor Ray Bellwether? Some sociopathic graduate student, disgruntled over prelims? A jealous colleague? Unhappy lover? The police want answers. So do a motley crew of inebriated grad students, eager to play detective. And so does Ray Bellwether, who hasn't been able to catch forty winks since being murdered. Ray doesn't yet know the rules for being a ghost, but he's pretty sure he's supposed to be haunting his murderer — if he could only figure out who that is.
"After Math demonstrates Webster's ability to take a subject that she knows well and push it into the realm of art." Alex Kasman, Notices of the American Mathematical Society
One afternoon all the cars in the world slowed down and then stopped in their tracks. Tea shops burgeoned on the interstates . . . rush-hour traffic went by on bicycles at an average speed of eight miles per hour . . . even the aged ventured forth (some on snazzy adult tricycles), and randy octogenarian males enjoyed a hot magazine called Sex Kittens Past Seventy-five . . .
"The Age of the Bicycle is an unusual treasure. Like a good Douglas Adams book (The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, for example), The Age of the Bicycle is great at having fun critiquing humanity in fun, adventuristic, and inventive ways." Chris Symmank, Austin Cycling News
"This book is a real hoot." Bob Bryant, Recumbent Cyclist News
"The whole thing comes off as a cross between Voltaire and Douglas Adams, with a liberal ladling of A Thousand and One Nights." Editor, The Texas Writer
Bienvenidos means Welcome, but to thirteen-year-old Karrie from New York City, Bienvenidos, Texas seems like the ends of the earth . . . .
In 1942, Karrie and her brother Marty travel from New York City to a small, dusty town in the Texas hill country. When Marty enlists in the Navy, he leaves thirteen-year-old Karrie to spend the war years with her stern grandfather and well-meaning great-aunts. Karrie grows in character and strength as she faces down rumors about her missing father, confronts the local bully, befriends a lonely misfit, and solves a family mystery dating back to the Civil War. Interwoven with the plot are events of World War II, echoes of past wars and Texas history, themes of family grudges and forgiveness, and the flavor and humor of small-town life in Texas.
". . . a beautiful book . .
. an old-fashioned story, told in an old-fashioned way, as it should be. It
belongs in every school library, every public library, and in the homes of
young people all over the country" - Louise Albert, author of But I'm Ready to Go (Bradbury
Memories of growing up in Austin, Texas in the thirties and forties, by the author of Journey to Welcome.
The poems in Liz Abrams-Morley's first full-length collection, Learning to Calculate the Half Life, take the reader on a journey from a New Jersey childhood in the 1950's, through post-World War II Dresden, into imaginary lives of other women, on walks through suburbia and along shorelines, and finally, into the landscape of one woman's quotidian life.
Liz Abrams-Morley's previous works include a chapbook, Memory Waltz, and, with the artist Meg Kennedy, two limited edition artist's books, My Cape Cod and The Bird Book. Her poems have appeared in a number of journals and nationally distributed anthologies and have been read on National Public Radio's All Things Considered. Liz lives and works in eastern Pennsylvania where she serves as a poet-in-residence in schools and community centers.
"In the face of human weakness
and the heartache it creates, Liz Abrams-Morley refuses to flinch--she does
not deny, excuse or explain. Instead, her exquisitely crafted, lyrical lines
accept and celebrate each flawed, complicated life in all its ambiguity. Her
deft juxtaposition of divergent images--strippers and saints, sun and ice,
grandmothers and juvenile delinquents, sisters and strangers--creates delicious
narrative tension. Like an expert photographer, this poet exposes universal
truths by focusing on that which lies at the core of our complex (and often
contradictory) social roles. In her skillful hands, the lens is rock-steady,
the focus is sharp. Whether the view is tragic and difficult or joyous and
sublime, it is always real and invariably true. Indeed, there is something
here for every reader." Jen Bryant
"Kris Strid's poems will tickle your funny bone and tug at your heart in ways you didn't know possible. Sharp and succinct, they put into verse a young lifetime of living and loving." Virginia Strong Newlin