The Harold Artists Finally Get Their Copy!


William Calleja and Mario Sciuto were the artists for Harold and the Dreadful Dreams. They work across seas in Europe, and our interaction was purely via electronic means. But their vision was instrumental in bringing Harold to life! I’m so glad they finally got their signed copy! It took so long I thought it had been lost in international mail.

Short Story page revamped and updated


I’m moving stories to Vocal and will be updating them there in the future. This will make it easier to categorize things.

The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit


This a very old storypoem I wrote many years ago. It is not especially for children, although it would seem so at first. The word usage is far beyond the comprehension of most kids, and many adults for that matter. So, I’m not sure who it is really for. Maybe people who like poems, or Lovecraftian horror, or fairy tales with a kick, or people who just like to see weird words rhymed together. I suppose I’m all of the above. Enjoy.

https://medium.com/@jasonhauser_79757/the-boy-who-cried-snizzerwit-9b89c421a7dd

Something Wild This Way Comes


Available now for free to read on Vocal. Check it out!

https://vocal.media/poets/something-wild-this-way-comes

The Ocean – a poem

 

Original Poem “Ocean”
written by Charlie Morris

Adapted and rewritten
by JM Hauser

“The Ocean”

“Goddess cupped Her breath in aery hand
and I, lone Ocean, swelled and swam
below that breath of God on- high,
and I, the Ocean, met Her mid-sky,
reaching up to sweetly meet it,
our palms touching, to briskly greet it…


….and through this effort…
I was Wave.

I was Wave and felt the call of Moon!
Of white-capped rollers on shore soon,
and how I loved that lush liquidity,
this ancient rite of pure lucidity,
pausing at the shore’s crashing edge,
and then I burst  upon that sandbar hedge,
a roaring force of my own momentum,
pouring forth to a new dimension…

….and through this effort…
I was Surf.

I became many, many frothing bubbles
and we were urgent, tossing troubles
of sand and shells and salt and tide.
We all danced together on this ride

under Moon, giving birth
on this living, loving Earth.

We bubbles eventually lay there dreaming
knowing nothing, we had no meaning.

What was left of me dissolved like foam,

sank into sand, sank down alone

but then water crashed harsh o’er me

pulled me back, back to the sea,

back to the ocean, exposing beach,
distanced from my watery reach.
 

Then Moon smiled again and I rolled into Wave.
Goddess cupped Her breath, I swelled, I swayed,

amid aery mist, cloud and wind,
and then I fell,  I begin again.”

END

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