Eliyahu Berkowitz

One week ago, I made the following post: “I am working on the final edit of my yet-to-be-published novel, Sihara. You can help by proofreading and naming some characters. The novel is almost finished, but I am deeply disappointed in the names of some of the characters, If you want to take part in the

I am working on the final edit of my yet-to-be-published novel, Sihara. You can help by proofreading and naming some characters. The novel is almost finished, but I am deeply disappointed in the names of some of the characters, If you want to take part in the creative process, I am looking for beta readers

This is the first installment of my yet-to-be-published novel, Sihara, a story about a man whose life was a mess until his soul slowly woke up. I ran across the street, taking the risk because even by my abysmal standards, I was running late. A cab swerved towards me, forcing me back to the no-man’s

I was an angry young man with a motorcycle and an attitude and not much else going for me when, left with no alternatives, I moved back in with my folks. They lived on an island that was a Jersey Shore vacation locale for clean suburbanites in the summer, but was almost uninhabited in the

And when the good lord comes to take me away Wrapping me in his gentle white wings of holiness And he leans close to whisper in my ear Asking me if I drank of his goodness while on his blessed earth I shall smile and whisper I greeted every man as your son and messenger