In my 53 years on this planet, I have achieved most of what I set out to do. From coast to coast truck driving to poetry with a novel thrown into the mix just for fun and the start of my next adventure. Since the publication U.S. Avengers in 2006, I have received many e-mails as well as in person requests for a sequel to the action/adventure tale. I have become overwhelmed by the response about a novel based in Indiana about a group of vigilantes that take up where the police cannot go. Writing about Cody Sandler and one of the best bad guys to appear on paper in a long time; John Standoffish (So I’ve been told on numerous occasions), With the sequel “A Cut Above” now out and being downloaded by thousands already for free, I am now receiving e-mails about Tommy which is slightly scaring me, since most of the e-mails say they love him, A SERIAL KILLER! I am now working on an entire new adventure tale centered in NWI called “The Strange Adventures of Jesse Hunter; The Bogus Island Incident” which I hope to have out in 2010. and for all you U.S. Avengers Fans, yes their is another sequel on its way and yes, it’ll scare the *~#! out of you. Thanks for all your support and please keeep on reading.
B.S. Hartman is a member of HALLOWEEN.
There Are Many Monsters In Our World, / I’m The One Who Looks Like Every Guy And Girl,
With wails and yells and every other sound from hell, / The knight and the ghost rumbled, tumbled and fell,
Take the time to look at God’s house, / How blue the heavens north and south,
With thoughts of Poe, / I started to crow, / With words in a never-ending flow, / To be kept in “Never More”. / I found myself raving, / Even thought about a Raven, / As I found myself craving, / …
As summer floats lazily by, / Counting the days left with a saddened filled sigh, / Wondering if someday time will be on our side, / Feeling its swiftness as our only reply. Sun warmed days, one by…
As another day goes by, / I can still hear the children cry, / As tears fill their innocent eyes, / And we make up yet another lie. With words that soothe no longer, / They hear, not knowing our bl…