http://uncollectedworks.wordpress.com/the-uncollected-works-of-mike-stone/

http://uncollectedworks.wordpress.com/why-is-unit-142857-sad-or-the-tin-mans-heart/

http://uncollectedworks.wordpress.com/rats-and-saps/

Just click on the Kindle link which should take you straight to Amazon. Put it into your shopping cart but make sure the price is $0.00.

What? You don’t have a Kindle reader? You can download Kindle reader software for your pc, tablet, and/or smart phone for free from Amazon. See http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=kindle+software+for+pc+free+download&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Akindle+software+for+pc+free+download

The only request I have is that, if you enjoyed reading one or more of  books, please be so kind as to write a review of it on the Amazon page for that book.

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel

I think you have to carry this key inside you in order to understand the notebooks. Otherwise the following pages just won’t make any sense at all.

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel

The first project will be the compilation and publishing of my father’s four journals, which he kept religiously during the last years of his life. His journals were his most loyal and constant friends, who were always more than happy to listen uncritically to his every thought, emotion, and pain. I remember when I’d come to visit once a year, all the way from Israel, Dad would show me his writing, which could range from triteness to bitterness (although some were gems), and I would try to explain about engaging one’s readers, about consensus and acceptability, and about how they made me feel, or I would ask him why he felt the need to write what he wrote. He could never explain it to me satisfactorily. Then Death came and underlined his writings with a poignancy I could have sworn was never in those pages until it arrived, that said “understand!” and don’t ask for explanations, because you’ll never get them. This is what I will have to deal with in the coming months.

The second project will be a third book in my Rational Series, including “The Tin Man” and “The Rats and the Saps”. The third book will be called “Whirlpool”. I have already started writing it. It will be a different genre from the other two books in the series — an experimental psychological science fantasy, involving the major characters from the previous two books, along with the author as character as author. If I succeed in what I want to achieve, I will have your heads spinning around like the cute little girl in “The Exorcist”. Hence, the title.

You will be seeing blog posts from each project intermixed, along with anything else zinging through my head from one universe to another.

It wouldn’t hurt you to write a comment or a review from time to time… but, hey, don’t worry about me. I’ll just sit in the dark and spin my yarn.

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel

http://www.thenewstandardonline.com/PDFs/2011/tns_dec%202_2011.pdf.

You might want to check out Barbara’s blog at http://joyat60.wordpress.com/ to see her sometimes unorthodox but always entertaining views on life at the moment.

Just click on one or both of these links to Amazon:

• The Uncollected Works (Kindle Edition): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UV3RKI
• The Tin Man’s Heart (Kindle Edition): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UUZ4UA

I just saw that Amazon has made my sci-fi novel, “Why is Unit 142857 Sad? or the Tin Man’s Heart”, searchable inside so that everyone can have a look-see to let them decide whether it’s worth forking over $18.95 for the chance to read a truly challenging and original book. As far as I understand, it will eventually be Kindlized but why wait?

Incidentally, my poetry, parables, and journals, “The Uncollected Works”, has been searchable on Amazon for some time, so have yourselves a gander at that. They are not your grandmother’s book of poems by any stretch of the imagination. They are pretty much a tour of the lanes of my memory.

I will try my best to post a new entry on my blog at least once a week, probably Friday or Saturday, if you want to check back from time to time, but are afraid to subscribe to my blog (or follow it) for fear that I might charge you or spam you or something else I’d never think of doing.

In the meantime, here’s some Raw Material to pluck your inner chords and that will probably find its way into future poems:

• Human being is what folks do when they are being human.
• There is a fear that flows through us like spilt blood from the stone cold heart of Jerusalem.
• How can one ever hope to fill such emptiness with only more emptiness?
• Sometimes I feel lost like / a snowflake in a sandstorm / like a whisper in a mushroom cloud / like a prayer in a galaxy
• All men are islands and all writing is a note stuffed in a bottle cast into the waves.
• Suddenly his trembling hands / are my trembling hands./ Slowly we become nothing / but whispers around an open grave.

Here’s a poem I wrote last night:

“Ambiguities”

Ostensibly it was about the child

Or was it the old man?

Something he said at the time

I wish I could remember

Not that it makes any difference now

How many years has it been?

Something about specific ambiguities

Or was it static ambiguities

Like the San Francisco fog

Moving in off the bay toward the city

And standing there thick and corpulent

For hours until the sun climbs

High enough in the sky to burn it off.

What did he mean by that?

He had a knack for saying things like that.

I think he said them not for the meaning

But for the sounds of the words.

He once said words were not something

Hollow you could look through to see

The true meaning of a thing.

He said one word could never mean another word

Just like one snowflake could never

Mean another snowflake or a butterfly.

Mike Stone, Ra’anana Israel

An uncollection of poetry and prose, moral dilemmas, a photo album, journals, and two sci-fi novels (one published and one on the way), written only for those who really need to read them.