Monday, August 20, 2018

Dennis L. Siluk's New Stories and Poetry: IF YOU WERE TO DIE TODAY

Dennis L. Siluk's New Stories and Poetry: IF YOU WERE TO DIE TODAY: English Version IF YOU WERE TO DIE TODAY If you were to die today, do you know where would you go? Everybody ...

Friday, August 17, 2018


English Version


If you were to die today, do you know where would you go?
Everybody has to die, we know that it is for fact, it is just a matter of when and how, nothing else!  Are you prepared for the journey beyond death?
Whether you believe or not in eternal life it does not make a difference, because eternal life does exist, it is a fact, written in a trustworthy Book, the Holy Bible, which is a guide for living life to the full.  So we must be ready for the journey beyond, because we do not know when or how.
In Dr. Dennis L. Siluk’s Christian poetry books you, through poetry, will learn the way to eternal life with our Lord Jesus Christ in his Heavenly Kingdom.
In the Christian series, “The Galilean” (Poems for the Soul), and his sequel “The Nazarene” (Poems for the Son of Man),  from per near over ninety-sources—in a 30-month period, and over 3200-hours— the author brings to life, the ancient sacred scriptures, in a most profound historical melodramatic way; in poetic prose canto; to be read and reread.  These books, have their own soul.  Written in English and Spanish.

Spanish Version


Si fueras a morir hoy, ¿sabes a dónde irías?
Todos tenemos que morir, sabemos que es de hecho, es solo cuestión de cuándo y cómo, ¡nada más! ¿Estás preparado para el viaje más allá de la muerte?
Ya sea que creas o no en la vida eterna, no hace la diferencia, porque la vida eterna si existe, es real, está escrito en un Libro confiable, la Santa Biblia, que es una guía para vivir la vida al máximo.  Entonces debemos estar listos para el viaje del más allá, porque no sabemos cuándo ni cómo.
En los libros de poesía cristiana del Dr. Dennis L. Siluk, aprenderás, a través de poesías, el camino hacia la vida eterna con nuestro Señor Jesucristo en su Reino celestial.

En la serie cristiana, "The Galilean" (Poemas para el alma), y su secuencia "The Nazarene" (Poemas para el Hijo del Hombre), de cerca de más de noventa fuentes —en un período de 30 meses, y más de 3200 horas— el autor da vida a las antiguas escrituras sagradas, de una manera melodramática histórica muy profunda; en prosa poética; para ser leído y releído.  Estos libros, tienen su propia alma. Escrito en inglés y español.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Biography of Dennis L. Siluk

Dennis L. Siluk

Dr. Dennis Siluk giving his speech after receiving his Honorary Doctorate from the National University of Central Peru

Dennis Lee Siluk (October 7, 1947 – December 1, 2016) was an American poet and writer, who wrote over seventy International books.  He was a poet since he was a kid of twelve years old.  Besides being a writer, he was a Psychologist, Ordained Minister, Decorated Veteran from the Vietnam War, Doctor in Arts and Education (by Belford University), and had received twice Honorary Doctorate (by the National University of Central Peru, UNCP, and by the Ibero-American Board in Honor of Leaders (CIHLL)).

Dr. Dennis L. Siluk was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving nine-times the distinction as Poet Laureate in Peru. One of his books, “The Galilean”, took Honorable Mention at the 2016 Paris Book Festival, and he had received an award from the Congress of Peru, for his cultural writings.  He was a world traveler.

His first book, was published in 1981, his second in 1982 (during this time his poetry was being published by a Minneapolis Newspaper, along with some of his short stories in selected books by independent publishers.)

He loved writing, and he wrote until the last moment of his life.  While he was writing he was called by the Lord to his Heavenly Kingdom on the first of December 2016.


Early Years

Dennis L. Siluk in Vietnam, 1970

Dennis Lee Siluk, born on October 7, 1947, in Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States of America. His father was of Irish origins and his mother of Russian and Polish stock. Dennis grew up under the protection of his mother ((Elsie T. Siluk)(1920-2003)) and his grandfather ((Anton Siluk)(1891-1974)), of Russian birth who came to America in 1916, participated in the First World War (1918), in which he had to return to Europe for a year, then married Ella of Polish stock and settled in St. Paul. Dennis has one brother, Mike Siluk (October 8, 1945).

Since Dennis was a child he enjoyed poetry, and at the age of twelve wrote his first poem ‘Who,’ thereafter, a number of his poetry was published in his high school newspaper, while in journalism class, at Washington High School, in St. Paul, Minnesota (‘Beyond Time,’ and ‘Typing,’). Some of these early poems can be found in his first book, “The Other Door” (1981, now a classic and much sought after book). In 1965, at the age of 16-years old, he had won second place in the city of St. Paul, art competition (sponsored by the: Jaycees), at Washington High School. During this period between the ages of twelve and fourteen years old, he worked as a shoeshine boy, until he got his first real job at the World Theater, as an usher, and candy counter distributor.

At the age of twenty Dennis had already become a somewhat, seasoned traveler; he had traveled with an assortment of friends across the country, staying in Omaha, Nebraska, working across the river. Also he had traveled to Seattle Washington, living there in the Ballard District, working for a window frame company. Things did not work out for him, with his friends so he returned after a short visit, perhaps a month or so.

Dennis’ next trip was his first long trip in that he’d stay for a year; in 1968 he went to San Francisco where he learned Karate (Go Jo Rue) from the renowned Gosei Yamaguchi who became his protector also, during his stay in San Francisco and during this year he met on a personal level, Gogan, Gosei’s father known as, “The Cat,” here he studied and taught children the art of Karate, and was in one tournament.

At the age of twenty-two Dennis enter into the United States Army (participating in the Vietnam War in 1971, and receiving three medals of Accommodation, for his outstanding service, during these years, he became a Staff Sergeant (eight plus, years Active, and three years Inactive Reserve)). During his tours of duty, his permanence in the Army assisted him in the financial burden for paying his college education, he attended the University of Maryland (1974-76) receiving his first degree in Behavioral Science; during this time he also attended Central Texas College (where he took only two courses). 
Thereafter, in Alabama, he continued his education at Troy State University, receiving his second degree, in Psychology and Literature. Thereafter, he attended the University of Minnesota (for Psychology, and Counseling), and Liberty University (doing studies in Theology), mostly graduate and post graduate work. Thereafter, Dennis received his License, in the State of Minnesota in counseling area, his expertise being in developmental psychology, and dual disorders, coupled with drugs and alcohol.

Adult Years

Dr. Dennis L. Siluk in his home in Lima, Peru, 2014

During the 1990s, for the most part (1988 to 2001) Dennis worked for private institutions, clinics, and likewise with the Bureau of Prison, while still writing. His first book, was published in 1981, his second in 1982 (during this time his poetry was being published by a Minneapolis Newspaper, along with some of his short stories in selected books by independent publishers). Thus, he stopped his professional career in June of 2001 because of an impending illness, and did just writing as he could, taking up much of his old unfinished manuscripts trying to smooth them out, along with his poetry.

During the 1990s Dennis became an ordained minister by the International Church of Jesus Christ, allowing him to evangelize to whoever asked at the same time he was doing his work as a Counselor.

Dennis L. Siluk has traveled twenty-six times around the world. He had been to over fifty countries, and to forty-six states out of fifty of the United States. His most recent trips were in 2007, where he went to Iguaçu Falls on both sides, in Argentina, and Brazil (and would return there in March of 2010); he went to Cajamarca in Peru, and in 2006, and to the Panama Canal. In 2010 he went to Israel, visiting Jerusalem, Tiberias (and the: ‘Circle of Rephaim’) and Tel Aviv. Met Amir Or, one of Israel’s most noted poets, they had coffee and juice together at ‘Bistro’ Café in Tel Aviv.

While he was doing all these activities, he continued writing articles on psychology, for a counseling magazine, along with his poems and short stories for such magazines as “Swiftt” a magazine out of Australia, and “Leaves” a magazine out of India, and “Caminos” in Peru. His poems, articles, tales, etc., can be read on over 4000-websites, worldwide. He edited and translated with his wife, Rosa, the poetry of Juan Parra del Riego, the most skilled poet Peru has ever produced in the past, the first time to be put into English, and now in the book “The Windmills.”  His writings have been translated into five languages (Spanish, German, Japanese, Korean, Serbian, and of course in English).

Dennis L. Siluk had written over seventy books. A number of his books have been about the cultures, traditions and the ways of life in Peru, in English and Spanish. He had received acknowledgments and awards for his work done in Peru. He had produced over 4100-poems, 700-short stories and tales, 1400-articles in addition to his over 70-books, and several-chapbooks (several of these poetic children’s chapbooks were written in the 1980s between 1982 and 1984 and are rarely seen, if not almost extinct—and sold as classics on eBay—some only one hundred copies were made.)

In 2005 Dr. Siluk was appointed The Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Tunan, Huancayo, Peru, and he received diplomas of acknowledgment for his works on the Mantaro Valley of Peru by the University Los Andes. In 2006 he received the Grand Cross of the City of San Jeronimo de Tunan, also he had received a diploma as the Best Writer of 2006 for promoting culture, given by Antena Regional; likewise he had received a diploma of Excellence as the Poet and Writer of 2006, given by Corporation of Autonomous Press (in 2007); in a like manner he had received acknowledgment for his works on the Mantaro Valley of Peru by the National University of the Center of Peru, and by the Professional Association of Journalists of Junin-Huancavelica of Peru. He also received two Columnist awards, 2004 and 2005, and one of his stories was elected story of the month for October, 2006, by ‘The English Magazine’

In 2007, Dr. Siluk was appointed The Poet Laureate of Cerro de Pasco, Peru; and Poet Laureate of the Mantaro Valley, Peru; he was also awarded Honorary Journalist by the Professional association of Journalists of Peru. In addition he got his Doctor degree in Arts and Education from Belford University of Texas, USA, due to his studies, experience, writings and published works. In 2011 Dr. Siluk was appointed The Poet Laureate of the cities of Huancayo, Satipo, Chilca, Nueve de Julio, and in 2012 the Poet Laureate of Canchayllo, all of them in Peru.  On January 30, 2012 he had received his first Honorary Doctorate from the National University of Central Peru (UNCP). On June 29, 2013 he had received his second Honorary Doctorate from the Ibero-American Board in Honor to the Leaders of Leaders (CIHLL).

From 2005 through 2016 Dr. Dennis L. Siluk was honored frequently for his works on Peru by several Peruvian Public and Private Institution, as well as the Peruvian government institutions.


1.            The Other Door, Volume I     (1981)

2.            The Tale of Willie the Humpback Whale (1982)

3.            The Tale of Freddy the Foolish Frog (1982)

4.            The Tale of Teddy and his Magical Plant (1983)

5.            The Little Rose Smile (1983)

6.            Two Modern Short Stories of Immigrant Life (1984)

7.            The Safe Child/the Unsafe Child (1985)

8.            The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon

9.            Angelic Renegades & Rephaim Giants

10.          Tales of the Tiamat (trilogy)

11.          Tiamat, Mother of Demon   I

12.          Gwyllion, Daughter of the Tiamat   II

13.          Revenge of the Tiamat   III

14.          Mantic ore: Day of the Beast

15.          Chasing the Sun (Travels of   D.L Siluk)

16.          Islam, In Search of Satan’s Rib

17.          A Path to Sobriety

18.          A Path to Relapse Prevention

19.          Aftercare: Chemical Dependency Recovery

20.          A Romance in Augsburg 

21.          Romancing San Francisco

22.          Where the Birds Don’t Sing

23.          Stay Down, Old Abram

24.          Perhaps it’s Love (Minnesota to Seattle)  

25.          Cold Kindness (Dieburg, Germany)  
26.          Death on Demand (Seven Suspenseful Short Stories)

27.          Dracula’s Ghost (And other peculiar stories)

28.          The Mumbler (psychological)

29.          After Eve (a prehistoric adventure)

30.          Sirens (Poems-Volume II, 2003)

31.          The Macabre Poems (Poems-Volume III, 2004)

32.          Last Autumn and Winter (Minnesota poems, 2006)

33.          Spell of the Andes (Bilingual)2005

34.          Peruvian Poems (Bilingual)2005

35.          Poetic Images Out of Peru (Bilingual)2006

36.          The Magic of the Avelinos (Bilingual)2006

37.          The Road to Unishcoto (Bilingual)2007

38.          The Poetry of Stone Forest (Bilingual) 2007

39.          The Tale of the Jumping Serpents of Bosnia (2008)

40.          The Windmills (Bilingual)

41.          Cornfield Laughter (Bilingual) (2009)

42.          Men With Torrent Women (2009)

43.          A Leaf and a Rose (2009)

44.          Stone Heap of the Wildcat (2010)

45.          The Cotton Belt (2011)

46.          Poems on Peru (a collection of several chapbooks)

47.          The People Will Not Break (Bilingual) 2012

48.          Days (2014)

49.          The Galilean (Series of 6 chapbooks)

50.          The Galilean (Bilingual) 2015

51.          Feast of the Wolfhound

52.          In my Time

53.          Willie the Humpback Whale (bilingual)

54.          Ebony in Eden

55.          Men among Men

56.          Out of Quantum Space and Time

57.          Times and Seasons

58.          Eldritch Poems

59.          A Way you have to Be

60.          Alcoholismo (only Spanish)

61.          Old Josh

62.          Winner or Lose takes Nothing

63.          A Changeable Banquet

64.          To Want and Want Not

65.          An Unsuspecting Life

66.          Nowhere into Nothing

67.          Worlds Beyond

68.          Susanna of Bethsaida

69.          Things Como to their End

70.          The Protagonist

71.          Stars Over Germany

72.          The Dark Side of Polaris

73.          Susanna of Bethsaida (Bilingual)

74.          Six Plays by Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

75.          The Artwork of Dr. Dennis L. Siluk (Volume I)

76.          The Artwork of Dr. Dennis L. Siluk (Volume II)

77.          The Nazarene



External links Dr. Dennis Siluk receiving the Honorary Doctorate by the National University of Central Peru    Dr. Dennis L. Siluk books he wrote. Dennis Siluk receiving awards  Books by Dennis L. Siluk   Books by Dennis L. Siluk   Books by Dennis L. Siluk  Books by Dennis L. Siluk   Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk, Doctor Honoris Causa (Channel 4, America TV)  Poet Laureate of Huancayo   A poem by Poet Laureate of Peru, Dr. Dennis L. Siluk  Poet Laureate of Huancayo,      First poem by Dennis L. Siluk   Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk with the authorities of the University and the Mayor of Huancayo, after receiving his honorary doctorate Peru.30/01/12     Dr. Dennis L. Siluk on Channel 4 receiving his honorary doctorate  Dennis L. Siluk receiving honorary doctorate by the Ibero-American Board in Honor to Leaders of Leaders  Dennis L. Siluk receiving an award by the Municipality of San Juan de Miraflores, Lima, Peru  Dennis L. Siluk receiving an award in the Peruvian Congress   Dennis L. Siluk receiving an Award in the Congress of Peru  Dr. Dennis Siluk readings his poetry - CIHLL  Dennis L. Siluk on Vietnam The Galilean
(Poems for the Soul) a poetry book that took Honorable Mention at the 2016 Paris Book Festival  Books by Dennis L. Siluk  Dennis L. Siluk book on addiction   Trips of Dr. Dennis L. Siluk Poet Dennis L. Siluk and Israeli Poet Amir Or at the Cafe Bistro, in Tel Aviv talking about poetry, language, the Rephaim Circle, and other topics over coffee and juices, with Siluk's wife.  Books by Dennis L. Siluk   Recognition granted to Dr. Siluk by the Congress and the Peruvian Chamber...  Poet Laureate Dennis Siluk meets President of Peru   Villa Rica, Peru Poetry Reading with Dennis L. Siluk

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Hail Mary Full of Grace (Poetic Prose)

Part One:   Hail Mary, full of grace…”

Proud of his wonderful task, Gabriel the Archangel, descends to earth, to civilized man, looks down upon Mary, the humbler member of mankind. She has conquered the forces of original sin, compelled upon man after the incident in the Garden of Eden.  How was this done? God had transformed, out from this inhospitable forest, earth, into the fertile fields of heaven at some unknown time, exterminated this obstructing seed from her, or that was to be placed upon her, that perhaps never was; the main point being, when she’d give birth to Christ, it wasn’t’ there, it couldn’t have been there, it would have been an infectious birth had it been: had it been. What I am really saying here? When Gabriel came to earth on this rare occasion, back in about 4 B.C., in the land what is now called Israel, or the Holy Land, he said to Mary: as we all know, as it has been documented by the apostles, and evidently told to them by Jesus or Mary herself, “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee…”
Now how is this possible? There is a towering mountain-range here. He awaits her answer as if he already knows she will be willing to give the correct answer, and thus birth to the Christ child, to be the mother of the Messiah. To take on this labor willingly. In any case, she says “Yes!” Before accepting this conclusion which places the stamp of eternal superiority of the human race and its nations and even the devil under her heel, is obviously based upon a prior achievement! That being, she already has the grace, and most likely has already accepted this unconditionally—therefore, somewhere in time and space, there was a pause, must have been a pause, a ripple in time! For me there is an assertion here, a higher feeling is evident. Something happened in that pause, what happened is this? This unapproved assumption, indicates that other conditions being equal, or far beyond equal, existed, which fundamentally differs, she is already ordained, she is simply answering a question, she long ago agreed to, and he, the archangel is reconfirming this, for the earthly record. There is no discussion here; the subject matter is over with a clap of an eye, a ‘Yes!” is given, without hesitation.

The idea dwells in the mind, that should one investigate, expect to find the highest assumption: she has already been approved, she is without Original Sin, it has been lifted, and she is what she will come to be later on in the far-off future, the Immaculate Conception.  How could Gabriel call her “Hail Mary full of grace,” unknowing this? Grace meaning, polished. Like a new Christian, yet Christianity has not been born. For Jesus has not been born or crucified to lift man’s burden of original sin by baptism, not yet anyhow! The answer to the question is simple: at a preordained time, this was outlined to her in the Halls of Heaven, transferred from earth, or perhaps never even having even left Heaven, prior to her forthcoming birth. Again we might ask: how is this possible?

We must bear in mind, we are the product of God, God is not our product, and we do not know, understand his elaborate ecclesiastical, or astrophysical, or Old World, versus New World,  organization,  adequately to recognize the variable rapidity of it, the full powers behind this situation, and God Himself. What does it mean, then, if one person like Mary can reach the stage that mankind can only reach after the birth and crucifixion of Christ, before this time has elapsed! It means time can be bent, or stopped, which has already been proven.  If one can run at the speed of light, time stops. If time can be bent, as Quantum Physics, indicates it can be, vicissitudes, or changes, within or of its history can be modified. Thus, Mary’s timely assimilation into the God family, should not be so unbelievable.  Consider she is the branch of this one tree and this tree connects mankind with God, nobody can dispute her high merits, nor how she has influenced the world over. As Christians we also become part of this tree, I call us, little branches, but like all things, a plan has to be in place before it is implemented, hence: the plan came from God, Christ was the plan, Mary was part of this plan, and this plan would sprout new branches. 

Eve from the Garden of Eden, was our old world order mother—and she gave us original sin; now Mary, she is the new world order mother, with the new rebirth of mankind, our second mother that has not put us in jeopardy of original sin but through Christ’s birth and crucifixion, helped deliver us back to where God wanted us before Eve ate that piece of fruit, if that makes any sense; we have drifted as Christians from the old world order, to the new world order, figuratively speaking, by way of Mary: had Mary been infected with original sin, she would be a product of Eve, and this would not due, therefore, she was not, how then could we call her mother, when Eve is.

Part Two: “The Lord is with Thee!”

“Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee”, was Gabriel’s statement. At this point in this prose thesis, it is old news of course, however, the issue should be solved on basic knowledge, not according to emotional clamor, and under conditions, we appear to be called upon to formulate definite answers to questions that require the most unbiased investigation, and this is what I am trying to do, for Christians who doubt Mary’s predestined, preordained fate of being Immaculate or Spotless upon conception of Christ, Jesus: and for today’s young people this is a needed critical examination of the phenomena, that is why I have brought our minds the facts relating to the origins of Mary’s “Yes!”  We know that the foundations of Christianity is based on the blood importance of Christ—who he was as a man, and who he was while in Heaven; without any doubt Mary’s blood flows in the veins of the child Christ, the percentage, is not in question, it may well be disregarded, much more important is the introduction of, it not being infected with original sin; and his bloodline, is not Mongrel, it comes from Kings. The historical evidence is quite in accord with the results of any simple investigation. A lively intercourse, contact, interaction existed between Mary and the God family, which I believe brought about fundamental changes in her blood as well as in its diffusion, or dispersal. A scientist might say this in a different way, perhaps: this change is by gradual germination, or propagation, or incubation, or sprouting, a process of amalgamation if this is the case it took place in God’s throne room in a blink of an eye; in other words, an exceedingly rapid changeover took place. This thesis is quite conducive to the change an anthropologist would sketch for a primitive to a less primitive. We need only transfer it to Heaven from earth, instead of from one part of old Europe to some alien part of the Mediterranean; it works in either case, thus, it is not so profound in the sense of it is not workable, profound yes, in that Mary was the lucky one you might say, the chosen, and we Christians were lucky she didn’t change her ‘Yes,’ to a ‘No!’ God forbid! And instead of the blink of an eye, the phenomenon for the Anthropologist would be perhaps 50,000, or a 100,000 year process. In other words, bloodlines make a difference.

December 24, 2014/ Article/Copyright © 2014 Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c. 

Drawing by the author, 

Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Red Bull of Catalhôyûa ((Dr. Hightower’s Stone Age Settlement) (Bos primigenius))

The Neolithic Red Bull of Catalhôyûa (9000 B.C.)

Chapter One

“The Red Bull,” said Dr. Hightower, of the Louisiana Space Center, and Anthropological Research Development Department, at his archeological site in Asia Minor, speaking to his colleges, updating him on his discovery “was the size of a Blue Whale, some eighty feet long. Surely this creature to its inhabitants of that region, inspired awe; matter-of-fact, we know this for a fact, for the beast died without any wounds.  It arrived in the Neolithic period of mankind (9,000 to 11,000 B.C., thereabouts). We know it devoured all the domestic plants around Catalhôyûa, in Turkey.  The beast was reddish-brown, a rustic color, with black spots, long tail, an apparent outward snout, and a long hanging tongue, its feet hoofed, and its horns some six feet long.  It is the only one of its kind. It would seem, the men and women of this region carried out rituals to this beast, but feed the bull per near starved them to death, and then the beast started feasting on them. It dominated—for the most part—the realm.”
       So was this Dr. Hightower’s position on the discovery, and how he inferred that the people of this realm, and reasoned on this life form beast.
       The inhabitants proclaimed legends to the Red Bull, that it survived 1200-years in the region. And the analysts who analyzed its bone and teeth, at the Research Development Department, simply concluded, its age, and indicated because of having no wounds, could not tell of its demise, nor how this story ended for the men and women of this race, although all indications were they are a bold, and powerful people.  But Dr. Hightower, smiled and said, “Be at the conference meeting tomorrow, I will unfold the mystery.”

Chapter Two

Before we go onto Dr. Hightower’s unfolding of the mystery of the death of this huge beast, let me update the reader on the Catalhôyûa, civilization. Their houses were built in a manner that suggest that defense was the reason for their peculiar way. But what enemy did they have other than at times the very bull they revered. Let me explain:  their dwelling had a sole entry through the roof, and their dwellings were superimposed buildings on a plain of some thirty acres, or less. One structure on top of another. Flat roofs, for his was also their walkway. Each house having a wooden stairway. Explained, Dr. Hightower to his students, facility, and workmen and women that were at the archeological site: “The past, the present and the future behaves in a certain manner. And to come to my conclusion, one must study all the factors involved. Having said this, when heat arrives it changes the future, it is different from the past. If there is no friction—example, a pendulum can swing forever, this friction heats, at the same time loses energy, and slows down. Again let me say: friction produces heat. This is where the past, present, and future comes into play, only when there is heat.  A fundamental phenomenon took place back then.  But let me continue, heat passes from things that are hotter to things that are colder. Hot to cold.  The reasons the Red Bull died, was because of a cold spell, the beast lost all its heat. If that makes sense. If you are asking ‘why this is so’ let me say: a quickly moving atom of the hot substance (in this case the bull) collided with a cold spell, and lost its energy, rather than vice versa. Basic physics, what is heat? Heat is atoms and/or molecules, in a cluster that moves quickly. Cold to the contrary, those atoms and/or molecules move slower. We could end this mystery right here and now this this, but … (a pause) to repeat myself, hot moves to cold. Example, put a cold spoon in hot soup, it becomes hot. In a like manner on a cold day we lose body heat, and become cold. Thus the red Bull died in just this manner. First it had no wounds, and there was a long, very long cold spell and no food available for an extended period of time, and the inhabitants themselves, moved, migrated to a warmer climate. Although for a while it became cannibalistic, in that ate age human flesh, carcasses, but when the region was unpeopled for generations, it died on its own.  The inhabitants revered the beast, like Americans do the bald eagle. Although they used spears to keep it at a distance.”

Chapter Three

       Dr. Hightower, could hear the endeavoring people in the background talking to one another, in an extraordinary tone of voices, asking “How on earth did just one specie come to exist?”  It was very painful to listen to, for honestly he knew or had an idea, and it wasn’t at all keen. Said Dr. Hightower, “The full legend goes something like this: that the Red Bull, came from a miniature world or moon, the sphere that dropped off this beast was perfectly round, in diameter, when it approached the ground a circular trapdoor opened in the bottom, several creatures descended forthwith and proceeded to their new environment, at which time they were perhaps four feet in height, three died of rubbles of insect bites, three vanished, or disappeared from human observation, and one survived. So the legend goes.”


Thursday, November 17, 2016

About the Author: Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

About the Author:
Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

International, Latin American Award for Poet
Laureate in 21-Latin American Countries;
by CIHLLD (29 June 2013)

Dr. Dennis L. Siluk’s has published 72-International Books; 28-National, Latin American chapbooks on Peruvian customs and heritage, and eight international books on Peruvian Culture (that can be seen on B& or or He is a poet since twelve years old, a writer, Psychologist, Ordained Minister, Decorated Veteran from the Vietnam War, Doctor in Arts and Education, and Doctor Honoris Causa from the National University of Central Peru, UNCP. He was nominated Poet Laureate in Peru. One of his books, “The Galilean”, took Honorable Mention at the 2016 Paris Book Festival and received an award from the Congress of Peru, for his cultural writings.  He is originally from St. Paul, Minnesota, and lives with his wife Rosa, in Lima, Peru and High up in the Andes, in Huancayo, also, in Minnesota.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Pauper, the Mutt

Pauper, eating his Steak! 11-18-2014

The dog, I have nicknamed Pauper, whom is a stray dog in the neighborhood: a half-pint size German Shepard Mutt!  My wife and I, more wife than I, have grown to care for him, perhaps even grown to love him in a mutt kind of way! My wife has taken him on one occasion to the veterinarians because of a wounded foot, thereafter for a shampoo, —save, he needed it long before he got it: no longer smelling like a mutt, rather more like Lysol. And thereafter again, given the mutt those expensive shots…hopefully, cleaning out his system of any disease, and so forth… We tried to restore him to civilization, bring him into our home and treating him near like an equal, but he cried and whimpered… Can you picture a German Police Mutt, crying and whimpering? It’s hard being a Vietnam Veteran watching that, so I set him free to go back and roam his old turf. Well, what can one say—to each his own, even a dog has the right to choose—so I feel—his destiny! Anyhow, the essence of this story is this: we’ve fed him per near daily, for more than a few months now, a few times a day! Hamburger for lunch, and a steak for dinner, water for his thirst, and some hard-bread-crackers, mixing the dog food with hamburger sometimes… Had I not mixed it with the hamburger, he’d not have eaten the dog food, he’s highbrow, believe it or not— yes, even a mutt, a stiff-nicked mutt, can be costly, and this Peruvian Mutt, is high maintenance… “I will not eat anything else at your house, without protein in it!” his eyes have told me, time and again, and my wife seems to identify with him; or is it with me and him? As if he is on a kosher diet.  But he does put on quite the show, and watching him eat is a treat! He approaches so dandy like: cool as a ripe and chilled cucumber. Wiggling that long mutt tail, not tramp style, but kingly, as if somewhere along the line, he was descended from King Arthur’s court (as they say: elitist). I call him, the roustabout, he has three neighborhoods he searches out I do believe; and that look on his face says:  if you don’t serve me, I got plan B, and C, already in place (sounds like my son-in-law!) Anyhow, suddenly the dog sees the steak in my hand, for him surely the choicest slab of protein in the neighborhood— in all three neighborhoods! With a swift dart of his perturbing—dog face, and strong four-year old saber teeth, he dives at the steak, grabs hold of the steak, clutching it, as if it might grow legs and run away; I have to watch my fingers and his teeth closely, lest I lose them. My reflexes are not as good as they used to be, nor my eyesight!  The steak, now in his mouth, his head raised, ere, before he devours it: exultantly he throws the stack every-which-way but loose—like an alligator—as  if to tenderize it before the big moment! Then snap, it is in two pieces, one hanging out of his mouth, the other on the floor, of our den— this is not the end! He gives no more attention to my wife and I, he is in a LSD, kind of zone … happy as three cockroaches, on top of a hill of sugar! He chews madly, as if someone might come along and take it away; there is a bigger dog next door, called Moro, who likes steaks also… My steaks that I give to Pauper that is the main reason he comes into our den, to eat the steak in secret, lest he lose it to Moro— the beast! And until the first of the halves disappears down his long slippery throat, he is not content— Eaten with such relish and determination, he now goes for the second portion, a little less hurried, yet a little worried. Crack-head, the Priest’s dog across the street might appear, he likes Pauper’s hamburger, I’ve nicknamed the Priest’s dog Crack-Head, because he keeps falling off the Preacher’s rooftop, and he’s bitter, and I have learned from experience, to only refer to him as Crack-head when he’s not looking... He can read my lips, and brother when I call him that name, he gives me the: I’ll eat you look! He too, is similar to Moro the Beast! Does Pauper, have a concept of what he is eating (surely not what it costs)? He does! How do I know? He continues in his way in the matter of establishing long term contact with this house, especially marinating my wife with his droopy sad eyes, knowing I’m perhaps a war veteran, he is cautious with his peas and cues… Once he is full, he tramps off to Cockroach Villa, wherever that is! But since that last shampoo he got, he has returned to smelling like the old Mutt of the neighborhood once again and every time I feed him, I got to take a shower thereafter! I told my wife this is getting to be too time consuming! If not costly, for a dog that won’t even watch the perimeter of our house, or for that matter, keep us company at night!

Written 11-18-2014 (No: 4609) Reedited 11-2016