Finding Happiness
Happiness comes in increments, like a flurry of baby bats. Except they’re albino and get tangled in your wide web of hope. That’s why you’re unhappy when the sun sets. That’s why you open the medicine chest and grope the bottles. Unrecognized happiness drives you to synthetic happiness before your dreams have a chance to come true.
I suppose I should back up a ways, into the deep cave where happiness hangs high up in a stupor of darkness, waiting for the moon to rise. Perhaps this is where action is called for, before happiness shatters into flight, before it has a name. I could climb the moist cliff to its perch, foreclose on my fear of high places and reach out. Rock sleeping happiness in my arms like a baby and whisper lullabies that go clear back to childhood.
HCOLOM PRESS is the heir to Vagabond Press, which began as a main player in the Mimeo Revolution of the Sixties and continued publishing right into the jaws of the new millennium. HCOLOM PRESS embodies the spirit of Vagabond Press, retooled for the times we live in.
Hcolom is Moloch spelled backwards. Moloch is an Old Testament deity to which children were sacrificed, a practice society still engages in with increased enthusiasm. Consumerism is the new Moloch, manifesting itself like cancer in war, politics, the arts and religion, in every nook and cranny of human endeavor, draining the intrinsic beauty out of life and mutilating the innocence and magic of childhood with its commercial meat hook. HCOLOM PRESS intends to publish books that by their nature repudiate this pernicious force–novels, poetry, children’s books and books that transcend genre.
Our launch book, in June of 2006, was John Bennett’s novel, Tire Grabbers, a fable of sorts, a reality book rooted in the fantasy of our times, the story of the coming of Moloch and the children who rise up in rebellion against it.
Books of kindred spirit will follow close on its heels. Go for it by clicking here… or hit the Hcolom logo above… or just hit any of the following covers…
