Javan (which is the author's given middle name) was born October 19, 1946 in a small North Carolina town. He lived in N.C. through high school and college, then moved to Atlanta in 1968, where he worked as an agent for Eastern Airlines until the end of 1977. In 1979 Javan self-published his first book and started traveling around the country with his golden retriever puppy, Brandon, introducing the book to bookstores. There are four titles now available and Javan still travels both nationally and internationally. Unfortunately, Brandon died in 1988.
Great series! These book are just up there as my favorite to have read about love in my early 20's! These books were written my a man and are great for both men and women to read. As a matter of fact everyone must read them. They are simply amazing!
It was hidden in a nook of a spot, I almost passed it by but something drew me towards it. A magnetic pull of sorts, I always open up poetry books and read whatever poem is on that page to see if it wants me to read it. If it's time for me to read something like that right now in my life. It was short yet it had such a strong effect on me that I just had to buy it (I couldn't even find a price anywhere). It did not disappoint, somehow this is for someone lost yet someone found all at once. Beautiful, you will find a relatable page or two no matter who you are.
Anyone who is willing to listen can hear what is being said, even when no words are being spoken.
It's interesting what we can find when we take the occasional closer look. I found three of the books in this series while glancing through the poetry section at a local Barnes & Noble, tucked next to a Norton Critical edition of Paradise Lost. I glanced through several of the writings in each, bought all three and had B&N order me the fourth.
This is one of a series of four books by the author Javan that are themed collections of poetry and the author's thoughts. Each of the books is filled with poetry that is, many times, melodramatic, sounding so much like social media status updates, or those silly artificial 'inspirational' placards that you find in kitchens, though there are quite a few writings that have just that extra slice of truth that leaves it ringing in your mind several hours after you've read it.
I often wonder If I am the man That I would be
If I were a boy Dreaming of the man That I would be