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New Author Interview Just Published

You can view my new author interview at awesomegang.com here: https://awesomegang.com/victor-lopez/.

The Riddle of the Sphinx: Solved (Complete short story from Echoes of the Mind’s Eye)

      The midday sun blazed in blinding glory directly over the Great Sphinx of Giza as Dr. Zahi Hawass, the famous Egyptologist whose love of Egyptian antiquity seems rivaled only by his love of the camera, faced the score of reporters with his well-worn Indiana Jones hat and best cat-who-swallowed-the-canary-smile.

     “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. This is a great day for Egypt and the world,” he began with an enthusiastic smile and eyes sparkling like a sleepy child’s on Christmas morning....

Hire Lernin’: An Idealist’s Quest Through the Realm of for-Profit Education

I’ve worked through the night, foregoing bed altogether, for two consecutive nights re-reading and doing a final edit of my novel, including adding a subtitle as I would not want it confused with a comedy about High School or college romps. I hope my novel has ample elements of humor, drama, and interesting characters that my readers will find entertaining, but there are also some very serious issues raised about the failings of both for-profit education and traditional higher education in certa...

The Heart Sculpts Us

The heart sculpts us
From within
With neither chisel nor hammer
But with white-hot fire
That burns away
The weak facades
We build
Hoping for
Shelter from the
Storm

It melts away
Reason
Logic
Sense
Leaving behind ashes
From which a Phoenix
May yet rise again
Revealing the
True nature
Of our
souls

We are not what we
Seem
Nor are we what we
Say
Not even what we
Do
We are only what we
Feel
And how we
Love

In the darkness
And the cold
And the loneliness
That is our life
It is our only true source
Of
Light
Heat
Comfort
And our o...

Swimming in my tears

Swimming in my tears
Seeking an island of joy
Despair circling near

Hire Lernin’ – Linked Haikus

Young, naive lawyer,
For-profit business school dean,
A Quixotic quest.

Idealism,
Despite the odds,
May yet win the day.

Or will it be crushed?
Humor, angst, triumph, heartbreak,
All par for the course.

Love found and love lost,
Trial by fire tempers or breaks,
Steel in life’s hot forge.

Which for our young dean?
Will he too tilt at windmills,
Thinking them cruel knights?

Or will he prevail,
Stay true to his quest until,
He succeeds or fails?

The above is my simple linked haiku teaser for ...

On the Poisoned Well of Politics

I came across a long blog post on one of my now dormant blogs (The Political Center) that I wrote in the heated political climate that was the precursor to the 2016 election. Written over five years ago, it is more relevant than ever today, so I would like to reprint a lightly edited portion of it here.

The political well has been poisoned for too long—from the beginning of our fledgling democracy in fact for all of their many strengths and intellectual gifts, even great men l...

Justice – Read the complete shortest story from my Echoes of the Mind’s Eye collection here

Justice

Time: The all too near future

Place: A courtroom

Setting: Final sentencing of a prisoner convicted of the last remaining capital offense on the books of a kinder, gentler, fairer world in which equality is no longer a mere aspiration.

The prisoner stared impassively into the camera. The bright lights causing beads of sweat to form above his eyes and forcing him to squint, his perspiration-soaked thinning hair flattened unflatteringly against his forehead. No sound could be he...

Free only on 2/20/2021 — Copyright Law: A Practical Guide

Just a quick reminder that my general reference book on copyright law is free today only (February 20) and only at Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07BYV81W7/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i17

Héroes Desconocidos VI: Lita (Manuela – Mamá)

Héroes Desconocidos VI: Lita (Manuela)
Victor D. López (octubre 11, 2018)

Naciste cinco años antes del comienzo de la guerra civil española,
Y viviste en una casita de dos pisos en la Calle de Abajo de Fontan,
Frente al mar que les regalo su riqueza y belleza,
Y les robo a tu hermano mayor, y el más noble, Juan, a los 19 años.

De chiquita eras muy llorona. Los vecinos te hacían rabiar con solo decirte,
“Chora, Litiña, chora” lo cual producía un largo llanto al instante.
A los siete u ocho años q...