“This book unifies within it the principles of major Science-Fiction literature.”–This World. “Fast-moving plot & skillful characterization.”–Science Fiction Studies journal “ See the BOOKS page.
See the POSTS page for info about Hillel F. Damron’s winning short story. Below is his first published work, a poem written during the Lebanon War, printed in the literary supplement of the Israeli newspaper, On Guard. (Translated from Hebrew by the author.)
In the shadow of foreign groves, his body was chopped;
his image was lost amidst the smoke of an alien war.
Farewell, my son
In a struggle he wasn’t born to fight, his beauty was ruined;
his eyes were blinded by visions he wasn’t meant to see.
Farewell, my brother
Above burning fields and darkening dunes, his spirit hovered;
his soul toward different worlds ascended.
Farewell, my friend
Not violent he was, nor consumed by vengeance and hate.
He was just a lad.
His blood-soaked a land not his.
The saying goes that the world is but a “very narrow bridge,” so here’s another poem to ease your way as you cross it.
My childhood sustains me in my
adulthood, and here’s why:
When I see a brown summer road,
crossing a field carpeted with green grass,
and bordered by a tall cypress grove;
I imagine a narrow white path trailing
away from it, leading down to a yellow sandy beach, beyond which lies only the wide blue sea.
My journey ends there, on the shore of my childhood sea,
where the waves recognize my small footprints;
where the breeze remembers my innocent smile;
where the realm of my memories and dreams begins.
By Hillel F. Damron (who also, amateurishly indeed, designed and built this website).
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