Stephen B Gladish

Bear Paw Journal

2009-04-01T21:38:00.000-07:00

The following is an excerpt from a new essay I'm writing, called The Bear Paw Journal. It's a memoir about personal discovery.

I walked around the circle. “Grandfather, Great Spirit, bring here around this circle an aura of divine protection and love so that I am protected from all harm.” I had no incense, no sacred bundles, but I did sing a song of praise, something I remembered from the Sisterhood of the Shields. The Sisterhood holds up the shield of the firstness of woman, an ancient system oriented to the woman warrior, the goddess, a system of knowledge which relates to mother earth, the stars, and the primal energies of the earth as female. As weather warrior and a student of our planet’s history of male wars and male bloodshed and senseless suffering, the need for more manifestation of feminine consciousness hovered over me. Spending my life in negativity encases me into a negative thought form, a fossil without life. To become enlightened, to become spirit and formless and united with all living beings, I sensed the need to clear the negativity—all psychic and emotional debris—out of my system and out of my lifetime.

Toward an Angelic State of Mind

2008-11-12T19:54:00.000-08:00

The teachings of Emmanuel Swedenborg have shaped my ethical and moral values since I was a child. My subsequent introspections, experiences, studies, discoveries and teachings developed by the works, philosophy and spiritual teachings of Swedenborg form the narrative basis of the 37 essays and letters that comprise Toward an Angelic State of Mind: Essays of Spirit from a Swedenborgian Novelist.

Many of the essays in this collection first appeared in New Church Life, for which I wrote for twenty years. Thus, there are literally hundreds of attributed references to Swedenborg’s writings and commentaries. The other essays convey my experiences in the world as a teacher, author and lifelong student whose works and actions are bedrocked in Swedenborgian philosophy, mysticism and thought.

Consequently, as the reader passes through Toward an Angelic State of Mind, he or she will not only see various elements of Swedenborgian philosophy as they shaped my life, but also how I grew to integrate them in my every day walk — whether in a classroom full of inmates, down to the pristine Havasupai Falls of Arizona, along Thoreau’s Walden Pond, or navigating the heart of marriage with my wife of 42 years, Betsy. Toward an Angelic State of Mind is very much a series of photographs of a Swedenborgian’s life — a life filled with adventure, discovery, success, error, redemption, and the greatest of all gifts: lifelong love of wife and family.

Fall Colors Trip

2008-11-05T19:49:00.000-08:00

We celebrated our 50th class reunion at the Academy of the New Church in Bryn Athyn, Pennsylvania on October 9-12th. Four high school chums - Bill and Carol Kronen, wife Betsy and I, headed out by car for two weeks of digitally capturing a million fall leaves as "they brighten up and let go," just as we hope to do at the end of our lives! Whale-watching and moose hunting (all with just our cameras) were on our agenda.

We clicked away to Deep River, Connecticut, and enjoyed Verne and Carolyn Wehr's lovely home on a lake. Thanksgiving dinner came early!
We hung out two days on the Cape Cod hook, whale-watching from Falmouth to Provincetown. We returned to Walden Pond, to the Minute Man statue, staying at the Colonial Inn, where my hero, Henry David Thoreau once lived. We love and always have loved Concord, Massachusetts. Concord initiated the Revolutionary War with its Minute Men, and led the charge of the American Renaissance, with great thinkers such as Emerson and Thoreau, Hawthorne and Whitman, Dickinson, and Longfellow. From Concord we travelled to Bar Harbor, and from Bar Harbor to St. Stephens, New Brunswick.

At St. Johns, we boarded a fast car ferry to Digby, Nova Scotia, and drove all the way past Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Eastern Passage. After the sights of Nova Scotia, we drove all the way up to Baddeck on Cape Breton Island to take in the vast talents of Alexander Graham Bell demonstrated in his museum. Impressive! We came back to Bangor, Maine, via New Glasgow, and wallowed in the beauties of the White Mountains of New Hampshire and the Green Mountains of Vermont. After forty years of wishing, we avidly drank in Bennington, Vermont, with its Battle Monument, Bennington Pottery, and the Bennington Museum, where my Grandfather Gilbert Haven Smith has oil paintings from where he lived in South Shaftsbury, Vermont.

On our last day of the trip, on Sunday, October 26th, we were delighted to attend the Cadel Chapel (It's a Cathedral, actually) at West Point. We soaked in the most beautiful music from its male choir, including the tenderly sung hymn, "I Love You, Lord, and I Lift My Voice," which floated out to us from the nave. We were touched by readings of one of our favorite Psalms, Psalm 19, by a guest speaker from the American Bible Track Society, which that day donated one thousand Bibles to the new freshman plebes, just as it has done for a hundred years....

...Leaves surrounded us on all sides on our 3,000-plus mile Fall adventure. The yellow-purple White Ash leaves stand out in October, but after they change color, they are the first to fall after a heavy frost. Red Oak leaves glower at the paler Pin Cherry, whose purple-green leaves change to yellow, followed by the late blooming Quaking Aspen. Speckled Alder refuses to change color and alternates with the White Birch golden leaves, while the single-leaf Tupelo blushes next to the three-leaf stems of the American Mountain Ash with their bright berries and red leaves, prominent on high ridges in early fall. The Yellow Birch, along with White Birch and Mountain Birch, color the high slopes bright yellow in early October.

...The pale yellow Linden or Basswood leaves had no luck hiding all the skinny Sumac dark red and purple leaves, with their fuzzy twigs resembling antlers "in velvet."Mid-October's most prominent colors came from the yellow, orange, and sometimes red leaves of the Sugar Maple. The Red or Swamp Maple stands out early with bright red--with yellow and orange--color leaves, but it's the first to bare all. The aging American Beech leaves seem full of veins. The yellow leaves fade to bronze, but often stay on the tree all winter long. The Witch Hazel's yellow leaves provide camouflage for its small yellow flowers. The Striped Maple's huge leaves turn bright yellow or even creamy. The Large-Toothed Aspen brags with its larger leaves, but has the same colors as its smaller cousin, the Quaking Aspen....

...The names of places we encountered flashed with poetry, rhythm and humor. Where else but New England and the Canadian Maritime Provinces could you find these couplings?

- Bucks Port, Bar Harbor and Passamaquoddy.
- Bath, Boothbay Harbor and Christmas Cove.
- Round Pound, Nobleboro and Hog Island.
- Mashpee, Mushaboom, Meddybemps and Ecum Secum:

(that's right--Ecum Secum! No wonder Stephen King wrote maniacal novels--he's a Maine-iac, and not that far from Nova Scotia...)

- Pictou, Caribou, Necum Teuch and Tatamagouche.
- Lunenburg, Bayhead and Pugwash.
- Oromockto, Stewiale, Memramcook and Bangor, Maine....

Thoreau and Walden still rock!!

2008-08-27T20:11:00.000-07:00

Think of numerous Academy teachers who introduced us to Thoreau and Walden.
Okay, so I’m the only guy who liked the book.
It took at least fifty-eight years for the United States to treasure this author and for the book to become a classic.
Eight hundred out of one thousand copies of Walden were still on Thoreau’s bookshelves when he died…in 1862…

Have you guys seen the 1995 Walden, by Henry D. Thoreau: An Annotated Edition Edited by Walter Harding??

It is just about the biggest find since Eckhart Tolle’s New Earth or Tutankhamen. One of the best gifts I ever received.

If you love incredibly good nature writing and thoughtful reflections on mankind, try it.

Did you know Ralph Waldo Emerson had his Transcendental Reading Group in Concord read Emanuel Swedenborg’s True Christian Religion, Heaven and Hell, and Conjugial Love?
Another touching story…..

Tornado Fever Excerpt

2008-08-13T20:05:00.000-07:00

Just to whet your appetites, here's an excerpt from the beginning of the soon to be released Tornado Fever...

Call me the kid with a vivid imagination. The midnight flyboy. The dreamer. Luke comes from the Latin word for light. The world in which I traveled in was nothing but dark. It was all quiet when I said goodnight and fell asleep. Then… listen! Winds howl. Storms rage. My ears awaken me as if I’m in the middle of the Glenview Naval Air Base runway. A whole flight of jet engines crank up to full volume… It was the summer of 1949 and I was about to turn ten. My bed and the whole house shook in terror.

I crawled down to the end of my bed and put my trembling hands on the windowsill. I pressed my face against the cool windowpane; turning my eyes into saucers blanched white and etched with blinking images of destruction that crossed my irises left and right as they traveled at the speed of light. Looking out, I couldn’t see the familiar mulberry branches, splayed out in front of me, that hid the beloved view of our green side yard, the grass always ready for games of baseball or croquet. No, I was looking into a different world in a different time and space… Where was I?

First thing I see is cars pushed off roads, trees uprooted or snapped off, windows broken, some trailer houses toppled.

With every passing minute, more damage… roofs torn off, boxcars pushed over, and entire trains derailed… instant carnage. Through lightning flashes, I see rural buildings demolished, whole frame houses demolished, cars lifted off the ground, trees in a nearby forest uprooted, snapped, leveled, or debarked by flying debris. Screams stuck in my throat. Fear paralyzed me. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t yell for help.

Botanical Walk

2008-08-06T20:28:00.001-07:00

Here are some flowers encountered along a morning botanical hike with our former pastor, Frank Rose, in Pine Canyon Camp in the Chiracahua Mountains... beautiful!!

They remind me of a couple of quotes from Thoreau:

"The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour."

"Morning is when I am awake, and there is a dawn in me."

Globe Mallow

Mentzalia Multiflorum

Bearded Penstamen

Son of the Academy

2008-07-29T18:50:00.000-07:00

“Who is he? Who is he? Truly he is a Son of the Academy.”

At times he shone magnificently like the Andromeda Galaxy or like the Great Orion Nebulae, twinkling both in the skies above us and in the classrooms--in front of us. I was privileged to be taught by him in the ‘Fifties and ‘Sixties, and appreciated him even more in the ‘Seventies and ‘Eighties.

Swedenborg described a man he had once known on earth, who communicated with him from heaven. This friend could manifest himself by pleasant and enjoyable representatives, such as beautiful colors of every kind, and colored forms, and by infants beautifully decorated and clothed. I immediately was reminded of our mystery teacher. When we run out into the back yard to see the infrequent rainbow glimmering in grey clouds still full of moisture, I think of Mr. Academy. Both Swedenborg’s friend and our teacher acted with a soft and gentle influx, and insinuated themselves into the affections of others with the purpose of making our lives pleasant and delightful.

His twinkling eyes remind me of the Orion Nebulae, the Andromeda Galaxy, the rainbow sparkling in the clouds, and the family campfire. He is easily able to illuminate the darkness and bring light and warmth to whole groups of gathered individuals during their natural and spiritual quests in his classrooms to determine their identity, their purpose, their mission, and their belongingness.

I sit at a small table, drink an green iced-tea latte, take bites from a blueberry scone topped with an occasional small pat of butter from Glenview Farms, and I glance out the window and for a moment - I thought I saw a phantom rainbow in the sky. I close my eyes and feel the warm campfire presence of this mystery man and am warmed by the memories. I turn to the very last page in the New Church Life, and see all that’s left of my imaginary campfire. The embers glow, sparkle, and twinkle up at me. Dismayed, I read in black print under Deaths: Mr. Charles Snowden Cole, at Bryn Athyn, Pennsylvania, May 18, 2008. 93….

He wasn’t just Mr. Charlie Cole. He was Professor Charlie Cole. He was Dean Charlie Cole. I hear a bell ring in the Children’s Reading Room nearby and think, “Charlie just became an angel.” I think of meteor showers from the Orion Constellation, and console myself that, “The Orionides will remind me of Charlie Cole every October 21st….” I remember the Andromeda Galaxy’s misty patch of light took two million years to reach us, but now, like Charlie Cole’s twinkle, its gleam will be with us forever. Okay, Charlie’s earthly body is gone from us. But everything he stood for, corresponded to, and represented lives. His campfire never dies. It just turns to the man we all called charcoal (CharCole), still warm and light and alive, full of all the love he gave us; full of all the love we gave him back….

Genealogical Memories

2008-07-23T18:47:00.000-07:00

As the Gilbert & Nora Smith Family Reunion in Tucson comes to a close, I think that perhaps my penchant for writing stories comes from my grandfather. Here's an excerpt from one of his stories:

Memories of childhood center for me in the larger town of Easton. The stable, the family horse and buggy. Father was also a horse-trading parson. The stable, most enchanting of all places. I drew horses on scraps of paper, interminably sketching that subtle line that runs from the ears to the tail, over the parapet of intervening stalls. I remember riding with Father on preaching expeditions to what then seems far distant villages, waving sad good-byes to Mother as she stood, beautiful, like an angel in the lane. It broke me up to leave her for an over-night journey with Father. But it was fun with Father too. I remember how eagerly I contested with him, on the return trip, to see which would be the first to lay eyes upon the Easton standpipe.

I remember watching in summer the terrifying clouds blowing up a “gust,” old Mr. Gelon across the way, standing in his shirt sleeves, with his red beard blowing, welcoming the coming storm as relief from sultry afternoons; the torrential rains which sometimes followed, flooding the gutters on Railroad Avenue, filling the dirt street with rivulets through which the horses splashed; the joyful aftermath of tramping with bare feet in the dammed up rainwater along the side of the road until there were vast areas of soft black mud to “sqush” in and out between the toes; revelling in winter in the deep moist snow that hung thick on peach, poplar, and maple; watching rich Miss Covey, daughter of the livery man, jingle furiously by in her black slay behind high-checked black horses; in the dreamy autumn, lying in the sheltered angle of the front porch, out of the wind, watching the tossing tops of the poplars, their leaves turned up, and catching the broken sound of the voices of people passing, distorted voices in the noisy breeze; just dreaming, and wondering at the mystery of consciousness, and why it was that I was I.

Excerpt from Tornado Alley Fever

2008-07-02T20:19:00.000-07:00

Finishing touches on my latest book: Tornado Alley Fever:

Annie brushed tears away from her eyes. Please God, no more trials! Give me my ticket to heaven—life with Luke right here on earth….She picked up the sound of the approaching Army transport. Far down the runway, but coming toward her, the plane’s wheels tantalizingly sailed long over the runway and touch down with a distant double- erk—erk from the protesting wheels on the two main landing gears. She breathes outward slowly, savoring the wheels-down. Annie’s heart squeezes tighter and tighter with every concrete section of runway as the plane taxies up to a stop, its propellers spinning soundlessly.

Ten base hospital attendants follow the two air base’s runway attendants as the privates push the big stairway up to the plane’s left fuselage, and stand at the bottom, waiting for the steward inside to crank the door open. The door opens and the attendants run up the stairs. In less than two minutes, five wounded soldiers are carried off the transport on stretchers—one right after the other, with two attendants carrying each soldier and loading him onto a hospital gurney. Five ambulances leave before anybody else comes down the stairs. Seven soldiers on crutches come next, making their way carefully, and manfully down the long flight of stairs and heading toward an old beat-up brown Army bus. Double that number walk down the stairs unaided, and then nobody appears at the top…

Excerpt from Freedom of Vision

2008-06-25T20:02:00.000-07:00

As we're redoubling our efforts in marketing the Freedom of Vision Prison Anthology, here's an excerpt from one of the pieces... Enjoy!

A part of me is gone now too
yet a part of her remains
in a holy mystery that is beyond my comprehension
as if two having become one
can no longer be divided
I sleep alone in our bed of dreams
watching her
barefoot in the backyard
shampooing her long auburn hair in the sunlight
with water from the garden hose
Two hawks fly circular patterns
over green fields near the coast
I cannot remember when I did not love her

—From Bereaved, by Gordon R. Grilz

Dick Shelton Interview on Jim Lehrer's NewsHour

2008-06-18T19:44:00.000-07:00

Dick Shelton's Crossing the Yard is written so well and so convincingly. In addition, it is highly condemnatory about the failure of the American Prison System, so that it caught the attention of the Jim Lehrer News Hour. They came out; filmed a prison classroom session at the Rincon Unit of the Arizona Department of Corrections at Tucson, Arizona—where I used to teach prior to retirement, and then came to the University of Arizona’s New Poetry Center to interview Dick Shelton. I was right there for the ninety minute film session.

Here's the video from Jim Lehrer's NewsHour:

Prisoners Find a Voice Through Poetry

Here's a link to the transcript of the interview as well:
Poetry Program Gives Prisoners Unexpected Voice

Excerpt from Tornado Alley Fever

2008-06-14T11:28:00.000-07:00

Tornado Alley Fever, the third installment in my series, is working its way toward completion. Here's a scene from a whitewater trip that our main character is on...

Nothing in Sixth Weather Squadron prepared me for this pell-mell rush down a wild river. Nothing in Army Combat Diving prepared me for the tornadic torrents of water. Swimming a half-mile in the surf off Coronado Island in California did nothing to prepare me for the Middle Fork.

Outwardly, Chris could not tell a thing. I am glad he could not hear my heart pounding or my lungs straining to capture more fresh air.

“You’ve logged in another five miles!” Chris yells. “Get ready for the last biggee on Day One: Pistol Creek Rapids. Ben calls it Russian Roulette—you don’t know which chamber is going to get you.”

Sufficiently forewarned, I began running the famous Pistol Creek Rapids with heightened awareness and a quick prayer. It doesn’t matter.

“Stay away from the inside!”

We accelerate into a lower S curve, Chris’ warning dissipating in the swirling waters. I jump into the oar to guard against striking a house boulder on my near left. I head straight into the three huge rocks looming in midstream on the right, but remain in the middle of the S curve. I crank the oar blade madly to the right for forty feet and then madly to the left, so I can ultimately sail parallel to the homicidal granite obstructions. I steer for the outside—as if I want to kill myself on those huge raft-killers—but at the last minute, the main current catches me and sharply sweeps me laterally left. Feeling like I might pass out, on a parallel course, I shoot past the Pistol Creek rocks going by my near right shoulder.

Swedenborg Links

2008-06-04T19:37:00.001-07:00

As I am working on a collection of essays, many of which are influenced by Emanuel Swedenborg and his teachings, I thought it prudent to give you, my readers, some insight into his teachings. Here are some valuable links:

Emanuel Swedenborg on Wikipedia:
Biography of Emanuel Swedenborg

The New Church: General Church of the New Jerusalem:
A new Christianity based on the Old and New Testaments and the Writings of Emanuel Swedenborg.

The Swedenborgian Church of North America:
A community of faith, based on the Bible, as illuminated by the spiritual teachings of Emanuel Swedenborg.

The Swedenborg Project:
A non-profit Christian organization, dedicated to effectively spreading the good news of Jesus Christ’s First and Second Comings to every corner of the world.

List of Writings of Emanuel Swedenborg:
A thorough listing and links to Swedenborg's writings.

Excerpt: First Class at Marysville Woman's Prison

2008-05-27T19:11:00.000-07:00

At London Correctional Institution it was easier to market my career development and job placement services for male ex-offenders along with the classes I taught. At ORW (Ohio Reformatory for Women), it was a different story: good jobs for female ex-offenders are harder to come by, especially if you are trying to cross-train them from prostitution, say, into available jobs of cleaning, clerking, cooking, or waitressing. For one thing, it’s a drastic pay cut. My class of twenty at Marysville had mixed backgrounds….Teaching female inmates was even more dangerous for a male teacher. The inmates could set the teacher up through more hidden manipulations. Where a male inmate would take pride in tricking a teacher on his own, the female inmates had no shame in their game: they would more readily gang up on a teacher with lies, or trick him with their softer persuasions.

We were warned of many things: Prison teachers are put into a trick bag from jump street, or the beginning, as convicts would say: we are given students—over ninety percent of whom have drug and alcohol addictions, but we are not given this information. We are given students with a multitude of emotional and learning handicaps, but we are not encouraged to look into this, in order to modify our individualized educational programs for each student. We are given students who failed to learn in the public schools and whom the public schools failed to teach, but we are not given the details, so we might know where to begin.

(Editor’s Note in retrospect: Given a whole new headstart and a chance to become educated, many of these female inmates could have cross-trained into respectable and well-paying jobs.)

Celebration of Time

2008-05-21T12:13:00.000-07:00

Up on Mount Lemmon, near Tucson, in the visitors' center there is a 300-pound cross-section slab of a Douglas Fir, some six feet in diameter. It still makes a statement. “Sir, I exist!” Each ring says, “I’m alive!” Solid yellow, full of substance and history, the slab has personality, gusto and permanence flowing from it. This tree was 700 years old when it was cut down. We can tell that by counting all the growth rings. The ring for 1492 is highlighted-a big date for us in the so-called civilized world; it was just a tiny blip in the immense history of that tree. Some rings are thick, others are so thin that only an expert can count them. Good years, bad years. The growth rings show a total of 700 trees within that one tree: 700 rings, 700 years, 700 dimensions of time.
We are like a tree with growth rings. Our brain records every sensory experience, every thought or stimulation of the imagination. Our growth rings are in our memory. When certain electrodes are attached to our skull, vivid memories, emotions, even smells, of our childhood are immediately called to mind. Imagine that each ring in our memory fills up with fifty-two more chapters of sensations. Multiply those 52 chapters—one year—by how many years old you are. That's how many rings of you there are. You might have twenty good rings and only one bad ring. Or maybe it's ten good and ten bad rings. Still, it's half good! We cannot get stuck in one ring, live in the past, and suspend our growth. We cannot get stuck in a behavior that keeps us from creating a new ring of growth, flowing forward down Time's river.

NewsHour Interview with Dick Shelton

2008-05-17T12:13:00.002-07:00

The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer interviewed Dick Shelton concerning his book "Crossing the Yard" and his prison workshop.

The producer, Terry Rubin and his crew went into Rincon Unit of ASPC-Tucson with Dick Shelton, and Dick told me it went extremely well. Then they came to the Poetry Center, where they interviewed Dick at length. Terry Rubin had talked to Ken on the phone twice prior. So I thought he would be the man I should approach.

I took the opportunity, went down to the Poetry Center, stood for an hour and a half fifteen feet away from The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer Productions, as Terry Rubin, the producer put his crew through each step of Jeff Brown's interview with Dick Shelton and one man handling the lights and camera and the other man the sound system recording.

Jeff knew an art teacher at the Univ. of Az. who came to watch—who knew him back in San Francisco, so after Jeff and Dick and Terry talked, and Dick signed two books to give to Jim Lehrer, who was not there, I introduced myself to Terry Rubin, gave him a signed FREEDOM OF VISION book for Jim Lehrer—with my letter folded in half inside the front cover, and the backgrounder folder inside the back cover. Jeff and the art teacher walked out together, giving me the opportunity to walk out with Terry.

I verbally dedicated the book to the inspiration that Dick and Ken were to a national audience of FOV, as well as the inspiration for prison writing groups here in Arizona. I then went to my briefcase, got out a second copy of FOV, signed it for Terry Rubin, saying THANK YOU for coming here and for giving the public a chance to see another side of prisoners. I walked him all the way out to his car, and told him about Gordon Grilz, and Ben Gastellum, and others who rehabilitated themselves and shared their growth and their vision via their writing. Terry was very pleasant and was happy to get a book for himself as well, and I talked enough so that he had images and details from me to go along with the two books. He peeked inside to get a sense of both the letter, and the backgrounder. I was glad I took the chance.

The Value of Prison Education

2008-04-30T18:05:00.000-07:00

Freedom of Vision’s roots lay within prison education—teachers such as Richard Shelton, contributors Lollie Butler and Shaun T. Girffin, and myself, co-editor/co-author of Freedom of Vison. We believe that everyone has the ability to express themselves, and everyone has a story to tell or experience to dig out of their hearts and souls. We also believe that the vast majority of inmates can be rehabilitated, and that the road to lasting rehabilitation lies through reconnecting these inmates to their innermost selves through writing. With that comes a renewed sense of self, responsibility, respect for others and accountability — the base of sound choices and decisions in life.
Once a teacher proves he is a man of his word and demonstrates his mission to help the men find the real intellectual, emotional, and spiritual keys to freedom and safety behind bars which lead to a life of freedom and hope outside prison walls or he wins their loyalty and trust. However, he has to prove it every day. He has to pass all their little and big tests. Inmates will push as far as they can on every issue they can. But from their classroom successes, maybe the first such successes in their lives, real self-esteem grows. What a challenge!
Once a teacher understands the secrets behind prison walls and prison masks, he or she is hooked. He knows he is doing something most people won’t do or can’t do. He realizes that one person can make a difference in an inmate’s life.

Excerpt from Tornado Fever

2008-04-19T09:44:00.001-07:00

Here is an excerpt from the upcoming new book, Tornado Fever (third in the series):

Velvet Fall Rapids comes up fast, and I knew many rafters had misjudged its strength by its seemingly harmless appearance. I kept in the middle of the channel, and head for the clear chute between obstructions, the current steeper and faster than the surrounding water. Down river and around a bend, I watch the boil line—where upwelling water misleads, some of the surface current going upriver, and the below surface current going downriver. Five miles past Velvet Creek Rapids, I steer past a boulder fan from an incoming Horn Creek on the left side—the sloping fan-shaped mass of boulders deposited by the tributary stream where it enters the middle fork, constricting the river and causing rapids. Six miles further down I think I’m back in Heavy Artillery, Army, at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. I encounter Artillery Rapids, go past Rapid River Pack Bridge, then watch for rapids from Mortar Creek, followed by rapids from incoming Cannon Creek.

Five miles further, I hit the famous Pistol Creek Rapids. We accelerated coming into a lower S curve, as I guard against striking a house boulder on my near left. Now I’m heading straight into the three huge rocks looming in midstream on the right, but in the middle of the S curve. I cranked the oar blade madly to the right for forty feet and then madly to the left, so as to sail parallel to the granite obstructions. I have to steer for the outside—as if I want to kill myself on those huge rocks--but at the last minute the main current catches me as I suspected and sharply sweeps me laterally left. On a parallel course, I shoot past the Pistol Creek rocks going by on my near right shoulder.

Transformation from book to screenplay, Part II

2007-12-19T16:51:00.000-08:00

Here is the second part of the process of transforming Mustang Fever into a screenplay for my LIT 289 class at Pima Community College:

We may need some backstory, or more about the situation. In Mustang, Where is Chance coming from? What motivates him? We find him in Nevada with a broken heart, recovering from having loved and lost a Polynesian princess when he was on duty in American Samoa and other exotic islands, providing upper atmosphere weather for nuclear testing in the Pacific; too late came his redemption—he overcame his upbringing and the fears of marrying a woman of a different race, a different color, a different culture, a different language, a different religion, but it was too late, and Moana was lost to him. Cheyenne, the Southern Paiute Indian girl he meets while providing weather support for missile warhead testing at the nearby Nevada Test Site, suffered from her own heartbreak years earlier. Both are wounded, fiercely independent, and uninterested in being hurt again.

Turning Points: every film has at least two Turning Points--one at the end of Act One, leading to Act Two, and a Second Turning Point at the end of Act Two, leading to Act Three. These keep the action moving, they help the story change direction; new events unfold; new decisions are made. Due to the two Turning Points, the story achieves momentum, and retains focus.

They move the action in a new direction; they raise the central question again; it’s a moment of decision or commitment for the main character; it raises the stakes, pushes the story into the next act; takes us into a new arena, gives us a different focus
In Witness, the first turning point is a strong action: McFee tries to kill Book, and Book realized the Sheriff is crooked as well.
With Mustang, the first turning point could be where two cowboys try to get Cheyenne killed for trying to help the wild mustangs, and Chance is riding with her. Now Chance has civilian enemies as well as a military enemy; the stakes are higher.

The second turning point does all that the first turning point does; in addition, it speeds up the action and momentum and urgency.
The second turning point often has two beats: the first is a dark moment (the case seems unsolvable), followed by a new stimulus. In Mustang, it could be when Chance has to face a court martial and possible imprisonment for seemingly illegal actions. He has to take new actions.

Spirit of the Mustang - The Extra Mile

2007-12-07T17:27:00.001-08:00

This is a really beautiful video!

Transformation from book to screenplay, Part I

2007-12-07T17:09:00.001-08:00

In my Pima Community College's LIT 289 class we are in the process of transforming Mustang Fever into a screenplay. Here's how it goes:

Begin with AN IMAGE.
Visualization brings strong sense of place, mood, texture, sometimes the theme.
Create a metaphor for the film, telling us something about the theme.

Find the CATALYST.
After the initial images begins the story; we need to be introduced to any important characters, and information about the situation. In Mustang Fever, the intial images are dawn and we see seven wild mustangs appear out of the darkness watching Chance as he ties pilot balloons to creosote bushes, and then we see a nearby nuclear explosion out of the early dawn darkness at the Nevada Nuclear Test Site north of Las Vegas.

To start the story: the Catalyst. It begins the action of the story. In Mustang Fever, it could be Sgt. Ochs with a pick-up truck trying to drive the wild mustangs away or maybe trying to get them to run over Chance and warn him or even kill him.

This leads to THE CENTRAL QUESTION. Every story is a mystery. It asks a question in the set-up that will be answered at the climax.
In Witness, the central question is, Will John Book get the murderer? In Jaws, the central question is, Will Martin catch that killer shark? In Mustang Fever, it could be, Why does somebody want to kill Chance? And, “How do the mustangs fit into the story—what will happen to them? Will they be killed as a result of radioactive poisoning?

The Spirit of the Wild Mustang

2007-11-14T17:06:00.000-08:00

No single fish, fowl, or animal captures the spirit of
America’s Golden West more completely, more dramatically,
and more romantically than the wild mustang—magnified
incrementally and exponentially even more so because the
mustangs traditionally live and travel in family units, bands and
small herds.
The movie or documentary photographer who captures a
herd of wild mustangs running free up and down mountain
plateaus and across the high desert of the Great Basin transmits
so much more than images to the viewer. Emotions pour through
the lens and into our hearts. We know what freedom looks like
and feels like.
We feel the joy of watching mustangs do what they do
best—run with power and with stamina, and run free, run
natural, run in harmony with each other, run in harmony with the
earth, run in harmony with the wind and the sky.
Mustangs are America’s natural athletes. They live wild in a
hostile environment. That which does not kill them makes them
stronger. They are independent and self-sufficient. They can
sense another animal coming up a ridge out of sight a quarter of
a mile away.

Veteran's Day Tribute

2007-11-08T17:59:00.000-08:00

I extend my admiration and gratitude to those who daily demonstrate strength, character, and purpose; who symbolize dedication and obedience, upon which foundation rests the integrity of the military spirit.

To all your fellow Air Force warriors, Army soldiers, Navy sailors, Marines, and Coast Guard servicemen, who love our country and who stand guard and fight every day to preserve our independence, our beloved union of fifty states, against all aggressors.
To my two sons, currently on active duty in the Army National Guard and Reserves, of whom and for whom no father could be prouder or more grateful, who have a passion to defend and protect their fatherland. They volunteer for the most dangerous and challenging missions, model the seven Army elite values (loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage), and quietly live the Soldier's Warrier Creed as officers and honor graduates of two Arizona universities:

I am an American soldier. I am a warrior and member of a team. I serve the people of the United States and the Army values. I will always place the Union first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough... I stand ready to deploy, engage and destry the enemies of the United States of America in close combat. I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I am an American soldier.

Mustang Fever available!!!

2007-11-01T19:49:00.000-07:00

After much anticipation, Mustang Fever: Run Free With Wild Mustangs is available!! It is a page-turning adventure full of surprising twists and turns, fraught with peril and high-stakes rescues, blessed with budding romance and filled with personal revelation. Mustang Fever paints a stunning portrait of the American West and the last bastion of its wildness—the mustang. Originally slated for a Spring 2007 release through Koboca Publishing, it has now been released through Aisling Press. It is available for purchase through Aisling Press or Amazon.com. Enjoy!

My first copies of Freedom of Vision sent from Amazon.com

2007-05-13T06:29:00.000-07:00

Remember the song, “Oh, Happy Day!” Here’s a picture of what the song looks like to me.

· The arrival of--The Prison Anthology: Freedom of Vision:
Just One Look--Is All It Took.

I experienced rebirth one magical spring morning, as I picked up the baton from my first teacher and friend of my youth, Henry David Thoreau, and ran the lifelong wilderness trails he urged me to run: He promised me If I advance confidently in the direction of my dreams and endeavor to live the life which I have imagined, I will meet with a success unexpected in common hours….And if I have built castles in the air, my work need not be lost; that is where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them.
With the spring birth of our Prison Anthology, Freedom of Vision, and your help, we will take each copy, brick by brick, and fashion foundations for the castles built out of the dreams of all the Voices From Behind Prison Walls.

My daily going forth to teach in prison on a small scale mirrors a deployment on a training mission in a foreign country. In a twenty year career similar to the military, I address a platoon-sized contingent of my natural enemy, and during the process of education, I train them to become my spiritual friends. I clothe myself in vigilance--a form of body armor, I learn another language, I employ incident management techniques to keep the battlefield environment safe. How inspiring and gratifying for me to go forth from and return home to Beautiful Wife Betsy, whose angel radiance warms our home, nurtures our children, and lightens my days in so many ways.
The beams of love from her eyes, soul, and heart— traveling at the speed of light--are the windows of the landing tower beacon to send me on my way and to bring me home every day.

We're all doing time here.

2007-04-25T02:51:00.000-07:00

There are fifty ways to leave your self-imposed prison. "Get a new key, Lee. Make a new plan, Stan." We're all doing time. We are strangers in a strange land. We are spirits caught in the web and bars of our own bodies. Gravity keeps our feet in place on our planet, despite our desire to soar like eagles above. Only in dreams and in meditations can we strike a blow for freedom and escape. We visit places and see people in dreams and meditations unlimited by space and time. Our Western society is trapped in materialism and mind control from the media. We need to be stars behind bars, and stop loading our bodies down with pounds of fat gravity gravy. Throw out those ingested bags of sand and lift ourselves skyward with new thoughts, new heroes and heroines. Make our own media and broadcast our own freedom news. There is a new day dawning. Greet it with light feet. Up, up, and away.

Watch for our Prison Anthology: Freedom of Vision. Coming soon.

2007-03-22T22:08:00.001-07:00

FREEDOM OF VISION

Edited by Stephen B. Gladish

and Robert Yehling

EDITOR’S NOTE

My first contact with Stephen Gladish, the co-editor and a major contributor to Freedom of Vision came through the Society of Southwestern Authors and the Wrangling with Writing Conference, where I present a variety of workshops. Steve was developing a trilogy of novels for which he wanted feedback (they became Moonlight, Missiles & Moana, Mustang Fever and the soon-to-be-published Tornado Alley).

I asked Steve about his background, and he said, “Twenty years teaching in state penitentiaries. I began as a college teacher and career counselor in Ohio prisons. Arizona hired me as an ex-offender rep, designing and teaching pre-release programs. When funds dried up, I begame an adult education teacher in all subjects, specializing in writing/creative writing."

I said, "You've got to write a book about that!"

In time, Steve warmed up to the idea, but with a caveat that reflects the quality of the man's heart—that it transform into an anthology that included writers throughout the country who were either incarcerated or former inmates, with his experiences serving to further illustrate life behind bars.

Our development started with the title. We agreed that we didn't want this to be a forum whereby convicts could air out their grievances about their sentences, living conditions, cellmates or correctional officers, or how they came to be incarcerated in the first place. Nor did we want a collection of pieces that spoke only of the dim hopelessness of serving lengthy sentences in maximum-security facilities — anyone can get a glimpse of that by watching TV or reading the newspaper.

Instead, we hit upon a simple truth: Everyone’s soul yearns to express itself without walls, fences and gates. If we could invite our contributors to share with us their visions of freedom, and their abilities to express themselves creatively while serving their time, then we'd have something that would connect with freedom-based readers on the other side of the wall.

What we received from hundreds of convicts stopped us in our tracks. The material was stunning in its quality, beauty, emotion and portrayal of the freedom of vision and creativity. The poems, narratives, essays, short stories, letters and illustrations candidly portray their creators as expressive, dynamic souls whose lives came crashing down beneath the weight of their own mistakes of judgment and/or action. Many times, a sentencing judge has told a criminal he or she is about to send away, “It’s not your intelligence I question. It’s the wisdom of your choices.”

Here, on these pages, you’ll read from people who made the wise choice to express themselves creatively.

I believe you’ll agree that the material is wonderful. We start with our incarcerated contributors. We also feature Steve’s experiences as a teacher in the penal system, which offer deep insight into why we should never allow our culture to become so hard and unforgiving that we slam the educational door on convicted felons. We welcome National Book Award-winning poet and ex-con Jimmy Santiago Baca, interviews with Baca and Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, the cause celebre of Bob Dylan’s song about wrongful conviction, and Burroughs Award Winner Ken Lamberton, who made his mistakes and served his time.

We also focus much more attention on both sides of the prison teaching experience than other prison anthologies. We received a number of fine pieces from prison teachers, and convicts who served as teacher’s aides. They spoke of the transformation that happened, over and over again, when a teacher believed in a convict’s ability. I would posit to say that, in virtually all cases, this was the first positive reinforcement the inmate had received since his or her childhood—if then. With a fierce national debate continuing about the value of educating and rehabilitating our incarcerated men and women, we decided to stamp our very firm stand on this issue by showcasing prison education through the eyes of those who know best.

I've been fortunate to never spend time behind bars, though I’ve visited folks behind the walls of county jails, state prisons, federal penitentiaries and work camps. I count among my literary friends several authors who have done time. I treasure their fresh approaches to life, the clarity of their voice, and their deep honesty. I also love the way they penetrate masks and illusions, cut right to the heart and truth of matters. It’s a refreshing quality in this world. I’ve also kept on-and-off correspondences with convicts over the years. Among my visits were those with my cousin, Lisa Shannon, who will welcome the summer of 2007 as a free woman — her first summer on this side of the razor wire since 1989. Lisa contributed a fine body of work to Freedom of Vision. She also helped me to understand the mentality of long-term convicts, many of whom sit where they sit because they couldn't express themselves, cry out for help, pick themselves up from tough times, control their anger and rage when violent impulses raced through them, or simply get the hell out of the way of a bad situation as it was developing.

Lisa handed me a moral compass to use when compiling this book with Steve, a compass later sharpened through my brief conversations with Jimmy Santiago Baca—perhaps the greatest champion of the cause walking on this planet today. I would not fall into either judgment or sympathy, but would employ empathy. I would read the work and do what anthology editors do—pick the pieces that sing strong messages to our minds and hearts. I would not be swayed by one’s particular crime or length of sentence; I would only be swayed by what they wrote. This position was well-rewarded, as you’ll see from the many sensitive, heartfelt pieces contained within.

I don’t believe it’s our business to engage in our contributors' legal cases, nor do we wish for you to go there. Let’s pull one rule of the prison yard over the wall: Don’t ask about the crime. After all, our literary world is replete with renowned authors who have done time, and we love these writers and their work dearly.

Instead, we hope you enjoy this presentation from a world in which nearly 3 million Americans currently live, and because of which millions of sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, grandparents, children, grandchildren, cousins, aunts and uncles are deeply affected.

Robert Yehling

Co-Editor

Spring 2007

DEDICATION

To all students in all prisons everywhere, then to all the thousands of students I worked with over a twenty-year term. To all the incognito sky pilots earning their silver wings in prison: all the teacher aides who worked to help others better themselves: all the former great staff members of Mr. G.’s hallowed classrooms:

I salute you. I thank you. I will never forget you. All our successes could never have happened without your loyalty, your dedication, your strong work ethic, your personal values, your spiritual beliefs. Individual names will be inscribed on a plaque here at home. I think of each one of you as I compose this. I wish you well. I am grateful to have worked with you. I pray for your release from every obstacle, every bar, every limit.

I hope this gets to you.

We took the hell of prison and made it into a small replica of heaven. We were there to lift people up, to encourage them to educate themselves, to have hope and faith, to believe in themselves, to do something spectacular with their lives, to practice a new work ethic, to learn how to work with others. That’s all angel-in-training duty.

You know it. The students know it. I know it. God knows it. And what you sow will come back to you tenfold. The universe will bless your efforts.

I hope you are fortunate enough to find the occasional good guy, or “crazy guy” like me who works in prison just to make a difference in somebody’s life, somebody who takes my place and does a better job at it.

When it’s your time to meet your maker, I’ll be there, if not physically, at least in spirit and in prayer, putting in the good word for you: “He’s gotta be coming to heaven, because he’s served his time in hell— and while he was there, he helped others. He cared for someone outside himself.”

If you get there first, put in a good word for me, ya hear?!

MR. G

IN ADDITION:

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF DR. PAUL BRANDEN

New Adventures: Lit 289

2006-11-22T06:14:00.000-08:00

I took on a new adventure this fall at Pima Community College in Tucson, teaching a Literature and Film course I developed. The class studies literature and film's comparative approaches, including how literature is brought to film scripts and how it is represented on the screen. The kicker: The class is reading Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana and converting portions of it into a screenplay, after which they will work to produce a one-hour film of the book. I will continue to seek an independent film-maker to produce my military adventure and romance trilogy, which has been classified by some as young adult inspirational novels.

The book is available to other film schools seeking material as well. Email stephengladish550@msn.com or steve@stephenbgladish.com for more information

Freedom of Vision Arrives in Spring 2007

2006-11-22T06:12:00.000-08:00

Freedom of Vision, a collection of poetry, essays, short stories, illustrations and vignettes by more than 70 current and former inmates, will hit bookstores and online sellers in Spring 2007. The collection, co-edited by Stephen Gladish and Robert Yehling, will be published by Koboca Publishing.

Freedom of Vision deals with transformation and redemption. It includes an interview with Hurricane Carter, about whom books have been written and a movie—The Hurricane—has been shown. In addition, there are poems and essays by several decorated authors, including American Book Award winner Jimmy Santiago Baca, and Burroughs Award winner Ken Lamberton. In between two inspiring bookend essays detailing Steve’s teaching in first a women’s prison and then in men’s state prisons, are sandwiched poems, essays, and stories from seventy male and female inmates and ex-offenders from all over the nation. The anthology, conceptualized by Steve, and created in a proposal by Bob Yehling, includes many students either taught or befriended by Steve during 20 years as a creative writing teacher in the state prison systems in Arizona and Ohio.

Sample poems and essays will begin appearing on www.kobocapublishing.com in January. An interview with the editors will be available on www.stephenbgladish.com and www.wordjourneys.com in February.

Mustang Fever Gallops into Bookstores in Spring 2007

2006-11-22T06:07:00.000-08:00

The next installment of Steve’s trilogy, Mustang Fever: Run Free with Wild Mustangs, will be published in Spring 2007 by Koboca Publishing. Mustang Fever is the second in a military adventure/romance series, picking up where Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana left off and following MMM lead character Chance Chisholm into the Nevada desert and the Nuclear Test Site.

Excerpts for Mustang Fever will begin running on www.kobocapublishing.com and www.wordjourneys.com in December. Comments from Steve are currently part of Koboca’s innovative front-page flash, in which authors of current and forthcoming titles talk about their works.

Mustang Fever will feature a strong promotional campaign that includes mailing to book reviewers throughout the country, and featured presence at the 2006 BEA convention in New York. An interview with Steve will appear at the back of the book as well as on www.wordjourneys.com.

The third book in the series, Tornado Alley: Chasing Twisters Across America will be published in Fall 2007. A prequel to the first two books which featured Chance Chisholm who followed his heart and lived his adventure, Tornado Alley features Chance’s best friend and sidekick from the first two novels, Luke LaCrosse.

For advance ordering information, go to www.kobocapublishing.com.

Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana Part of Word Journeys Holiday Gift Package

2006-11-22T06:04:00.000-08:00

Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana is being offered as a key ingredient of the Word Journeys Holiday Gift Packages. A limited number of signed copies are available, along with Unbuttoned: Who Says Men Can’t Change? by Kenneth Fink and Coyotes in Broad Daylight, by Robert Yehling.

Go to www.wordjourneys.com for more information.

Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana Continues to Sell

2006-11-22T05:57:00.000-08:00

The first novel in what will be a trilogy of military adventures, Missiles, Moonlight & Moana, continues to be a hit at signings. On November 11, Veteran’s Day, I participated at a book fair with the Society of Southwestern Authors at Foothills Mall in Tucson. A main focus of the fair highlighted the release of the anthology Duty, Honor and Valor, A Salute to Veterans of All U.S. Wars and Military Service, containing my short story “Finding Life at the Bottom of the Pool” along with short stories by 36 other authors. There was continued interest in Moonlight, Missiles & Moana, and the anthology with my display of my two Army Officer sons on active duty drew strong sales.

Both Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana and Duty, Honor and Valor, A Salute to Veterans, will be available for sale at the hugely popular Unique Boutique hosting its 32nd Annual Arts and Crafts Show at Gridley Middle School in Tucson on Saturday, December 2 from 9 a.m. to 5p.m. and Sunday, December 3 from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., when I will be present for book signings.

Both Moonlight, Missiles, & Moana and Duty, Honor and Valor, A Salute to Veterans, will also be available for sale at Sunrise Chapel’s Annual Arts and Crafts Fair on Saturday, December 2nd, from 10 a.m to 4 p.m. I will be present for book-signings.

Moonlight, Missiles & Moana is available by special order at all bookstores, or by going to www.amazon.com.

Aztec Press article

2006-03-23T20:15:00.000-08:00

Take a look at this recent Faculty Profile on Stephen Gladish, published in the February - March 2006 issue of the Aztec Press.

Click here to view the article (Adobe Acrobat Reader required)

Poster for Moonlight, Missiles, and Moana

2005-11-01T19:36:00.000-08:00

Click here to view the poster (Adobe Acrobat Reader required)

Mustang Fever Dedication and Foreword

2005-08-02T17:34:00.000-07:00

MUSTANG FEVER
RUN FREE WITH WILD MUSTANGS
DEDICATION AND FOREWORD

I begin by dedicating this story first to the passionately determined spirit of Cheyenne, the sweetly resilient spirit of Moana, and the indomitable spirit of all the wild American Mustangs—especially the wise and mature mares who lead the charge of every mustang herd as if they were all Teddy Roosevelts, who hold the herd together and keep them on course with bonding, nurturing, teaching, and protecting that only they can do. America proudly hosts the untamed spirit of the mustang--free and wild and beautiful.

With mustangs, the stallions drive the herd and assert their fierce and warlike spirit from the rear. It is the opposite with our military heroes and role models. They stand at the forefront. I conclude my dedication of this story to the following:

To my two beloved uncles, Edmund and Arnold Smith, who loved their country, who flew fighters and bombers against German and Japanese aggressors, who survived prison camps and round-the-clock bomber and fighter missions, who came back and built big families as carpenters and happy dads, who took me in and brought me home during troubled teen years.

To my revered father, Dr. Donald Gladish, who loved his country and traveled overseas in two World Wars, the first as a Marine warrior, crossing the Atlantic. In his mid-forties and with a thriving medical practice, he surprised all his patients by enlisting in the Navy: as Lieutenant Commander and Navy Doctor, he cared for other warriors in the far Pacific, gone for a long three years. Love of country goes a long way in our church and in our family.

To my grandfathers and great-grandfathers and their fathers, who loved their country and fought to preserve the Union during the Civil War, among them a Captain Jeremiah Gladish and a Private Wilfor Wallenberg, who spent over two-and-a-half years in the battlefields, and died on Sherman’s March to the Sea.

To all Native American grandfathers and great-grandfathers, who loved their country, and who fought to preserve their myriad ubiquitous tribal territories, who fought to preserve the Union of Native American heritages, who were defeated but never destroyed, who survived their reservation prison camp and round-the-clock bombardment of their precious lands and their harmony with nature. And to all Native American servicemen, warriors, and veterans, who have always fought--in disproportionately high numbers—to preserve and protect the United States, their father country.

To Grandfather, the Great Spirit and Father God who loved His country America, and showered His blessings upon us all, who used us, His warriors, to preserve and protect the union of this country against all aggressors, both foreign and domestic, who fought through us to gain and maintain our independence, who set tables before us in the presence of our enemies, who led us through the valley of the shadow of death, who always, always took us, His prodigal sons, in and brought us home.

To all our fellow Air Force warriors, Army soldiers, Navy sailors, Marines and Coast Guard servicemen, who love our country and who stand guard and fight every day to preserve our independence, our beloved union of fifty states, against all aggressors, both foreign and domestic.

To all Sixth Weather Squadron (Mobile) Weather warriors, who proved their military discipline and dedication for over fifty years to accomplish whatever isolated and far-off mission on which they were ordered to go. My fictional stories to the contrary—in which the characters take us wherever they want to go—there are countless documentations of Sixth Weather Squadron’s history and performance which confirm stellar round-the-clock accomplishments of teamwork and excellence with mainly off-base assignments in locations many might consider similar to combat areas.

To my two sons, of whom and for whom no father could be prouder or more grateful, currently on active duty in the Army National Guard, who have a passion to defend and protect their fatherland, who volunteer for the most dangerous and challenging missions, who model the seven Army elite values of loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage, and who, as officers and honor graduates of two Arizona universities, quietly live the Soldier’s Creed:
“I am an American soldier. I am a warrior and member of a team. I serve the people of the United States and the Army values. I will always place the union first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough…I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat. I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I am an American soldier.”

To all the above, I dedicate this story of strength and character and purpose, full of family values, Native American cultural traditions, and the overall integrity of the military spirit—all of which serve as underpinnings to the unsung heroism of America’s far-flung and life-giving feminine champions and heroines, with their spirit radiantly reflected in our second-most honored national symbol—the wild and free American Mustang.

Mustang Fever Update

2005-07-31T18:16:00.000-07:00

MUSTANG FEVER:
RUN FREE WITH WILD MUSTANGS

THIS SEQUEL TO MOONLIGHT, MISSILES, AND MOANA DUE TO SEND TO PUBLISHAMERICA IN AUGUST, 2005

TENTATIVELY AVAILABLE IN PRINT BY APRIL, 2006

335 PAGES: 83,337 WORDS

Moonlight, Missiles, and Moana newly published

2005-07-19T17:24:00.000-07:00

“We arrived home to find my ship came in. Opportunity knocked and I finally answered it.
I opened the container and saw the light inside. Promise peeped out. I thought I heard a little cry.
My dear wife waited breathlessly nearby.
I lifted off the wrapping, and picked up the strapping first edition. It’s a girl! And she’s beautiful!
Six inches wide and nine inches tall—big for her size and easy to hold.
After years of hard work my baby had been born, delivered, and finally arrived--fresh from heaven, or PublishAmerica, whichever came first….
Look for her name: Moonlight, Missiles, and Moana…..
There she was. Printed, bound, covered, and complete—my first real-life creation, a full length novel.
I looked inside, and there were four more just like the first. Quintuplets! And they’re all ours!
I just got five copies yesterday on July 15th: they are gorgeous!
They came on July 8th while we white-water rafted on the Nationally Preserved Wild and Scenic Rogue River up in Oregon.
I took all afternoon and signed them all away to my dear family.
I ordered more. You might want to take a peek for yourselves.

Check www.amazon.com or www.publishamerica.com or www.bookmanmarketing.com

Type in my pen name, Stephen B. Gladish,
Or the name of the novel, Moonlight, Missiles, and Moana, and you will find the little darlin’.
The sequel, Mustang Fever, is finished and at the proofreader’s and will be ready to go within the month, should I decide to go for a larger family right away, now that we’ve got the hang of it….
However, comma, I’ve got to take some time to send out announcements on the firstborn.
And I may bide my time.

Happy Days are here!

Stephen B. Gladish

Father Love

2005-03-23T17:08:00.000-08:00

Father Love

The Hummingbird Part 3

2005-03-05T14:52:00.000-08:00

Hopi Legend: In a time of famine, a young girl and boy were left alone while their parents searched for food. The boy made a toy hummingbird, the girl threw it into the air, and it came to life. Each day the hummingbird provided for the children by bringing them an ear of corn. Soon the hummingbird flew to the center of the earth where it pleaded with the god of fertility to restore the land. The rains came and green plants grew and then the children’s parents returned.

The Hummingbird Part 2

2005-03-04T22:23:00.000-08:00

Hopi and Zuni Legends: Hummingbirds intervened on behalf of humans, convincing the gods to bring rain. Because of this people from those tribes paint hummingbirds on their water jars.

Pima Legend: A hummingbird acted like Noah’s dove in the Bible story of The Flood, by bringing back a flower as proof the great flood was subsiding.

The Hummingbird Part 1

2005-03-03T20:16:00.000-08:00

Only in the Western Hemisphere do hummingbirds exist.

Mayan Legend has it the hummingbird is actually the sun in disguise trying to court a beautiful woman who is the moon. Mojave Legend tells of a primordial time when people lived in an underground world (similar to Plato's Analogy of the Cave). They sent a hummingbird up to look for light. Following a twisted path, the hummingbird found an upper world of light and introduced the people to a whole new world.

Navajo Legend: A hummingbird was sent up to see what lay above the blue sky. It turns out to be absolutely nothing.

Cherokee Legend: A medicine man turned himself into a hummingbird to retrieve lost plants of medicinal value.

Sample excerpt from Mustang Fever

2005-03-03T17:02:00.000-08:00

“Ghost Clouds and Wild Mustangs.” Stephen B. Gladish.
Synopsis of sample fiction chapter, “Ghost Clouds and Wild Mustangs,”
written during Air Force underground nuclear testing duty in Nevada in 1962.
It is a stand alone story, but excerpted from the book, Mustang Fever: Saving Wild Mustangs on the Nevada Test Site.

Totem Animals

2005-03-01T15:35:00.000-08:00

Do you have a totem animal?
An animal or bird may mysteriously come into your life and consciousness. The image of that totem animal becomes associated with your sense of who you are and from whom your values may have come. Totem animals with powerful influences include the wolf, the eagle, the raven, the bear, the coyote, the jaguar, and the hummingbird.

Publishing Update

2005-02-03T21:09:00.000-08:00

Hoping to have first novel, Moonlight, Missiles, and Moana, out in time to celebrate Spring.

I'm waiting for the galley proofs from the publisher. 'Talking about the publisher and my final revision.

Working on revisions for completed second novel, Mustang Fever, out in time to celebrate Summer.

Food for Thought

2005-02-01T21:36:00.000-08:00

Believe nothing,
no matter where you read it
or who has said it,
not even if I have said it,
unless it agrees with your
own reason and
your own common sense

-Budda

First Official Post

2005-01-28T14:04:00.000-08:00

This is the first of many postings to the News section of the Stephen B Gladish website.