The Discovery of Heaven Press

All Things in Heaven are in the Words

Lyn LeJeune

Lyn LeJeune
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
September 08
The Discovery of Heaven Press
The Discovery of Heaven Press
The Discovery of Heaven Press ...crime fiction, urban fiction, historical fiction


NOVEMBER 2, 2011 10:29AM

Still Waiting for a Rebirth of Wonder?

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Nyima 438 (2009) by the Swiss artist Annelies Štrba. This Alice in Wonderland-inspired painting will be on show at Tate Liverpool

Hisham Matar on Libya's awakening

A Sister’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs

Steve’s final words were:


Steve Jobs By Walter Isaacson Simon & Schuster 630 pp.

Christopher Lee as Dracula

The discovery of Bram Stoker's private notebook has shed new light on his classic vampire tale Dracula.

I Am Waiting

By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America  





Elijah Rising

 *Elijah tells you part of his story


When I was in New York, before the time of Michael, I found a purse full of money, a diamond ring, and a gun.  You might think this was a tremendous find for a poor black boy.  But here was the problem.  If I tried to sell the diamond they’d think I’d stolen it and off I’d go to jail.  If I carried the gun, well, into The Tombs with me.  And then it came to the money.  Small bills, I was fortunate for that.  So I threw away the purse, along with the diamond and the gun and off I went to spend one dollar for food for Mama.  I should have known not to let the bulge in my pants pocket stick out.  I smelled fresh bread and the brine of pickled fish.  Hurry, hurry, I puffed and ran to Stein’s Emporium.  I bought a loaf of bread, two fishes, and a bag of candy and headed home to Mama.  And then the barbarians got me.  See, they’re everywhere.  It was two boys with whom I had played in the garbage-strewn field next to Potter’s Field.  I

felt a clunk on my head and the blood ran down in my eyes.  They pushed me and stomped me and a little hand wiggled in my pants and then they were gone.  See this scar on the side of my head?  It is only one of my souvenirs from the barbarians.  The other, as you may remember, is a piece of branch from brother’s hanging tree.

        Oh, I could go on, but you understand what I am trying to tell you.  Beware the barbarians, they are all around you.  Beware, they come in the guise of the gatekeepers.

***Elijah Rising is also available on Nook, most e-books, and also may be ordered at your local other words, almost anywhere. Get one now for a holiday gift.

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Powerful. Beautifully written. I could see him, smell the bread, see the blood.