This week I published an accessible introduction to immigration law book for a general audience that is available through a wide range of booksellers in more than 45 countries in eBook ($4.99) and audiobook ($6.99) formats. (The audiobook is just $1.99 as an add-on for anyone buying the ebook at Amazon--basically both for the price of the audiobook alone.)

The book contains brief but thorough coverage of all the legal ways people can travel to the U.S.: temporary visas for tourism, business, work and education, permanent immigrant visas based on family unification, marriage, adoptions, and work (for people with exceptional credentials and skills and other professional and laborers U.S. companies need but cannot find in sufficient companies among the population willing and able to work in the U.S. Asylum and refugee status are also covered. Finally, the Form I-9 process required of every employer to verify both the identity and the right to work status in the U.S. of every employee is also covered, including the many pitfalls it presents for employers and civil and criminal sanctions for non-compliance.

I am an attorney, a tenured professor of legal studies, and the author of numerous law-related textbooks in business law and the legal environment of business in use throughout the U.S. since 1993, as reference books on intellectual property law aimed at a general public. I teach both undergraduate and graduate legal studies courses at Hofstra University's Frank G. Zarb School of Business , including courses I developed on immigration law, intellectual property, and law for the entrepreneur.

Although immigration law has become one of the most divisive issues of our time, there is very little information about our actual immigration law covered in the divisive rhetoric on the subject. This book is a good starting point to understanding our actual immigration policy and the ways individuals abroad can seek legal immigration. It is also a good starting point to understanding what (if anything) can and should be done to change our immigration law and its application--something politicians and commentators always talk about but neither Democrats nor Republicans (since Ronald Reagan) have actually addressed through new legislation even when they had control of both houses of Congress and the White House during parts of the Clinton, Bush, Obama, first Trump and Biden administrations--something lost in all the hyperbolic call to "fix a broken system".

You can  preview the eBook and audiobook versions at Amazon by clicking HERE for the English version and HERE for the Spanish version.

In this space, I will provide some samples of my work, links to new releases, free previews of my books and/or articles, and perhaps some general thoughts on writing. I hope there may be something here that is of interest to readers in general. And I am glad to be in your company.

This book covers all major visa types for people interested in entering the U.S. for pleasure, business, study, temporary employment and permanent immigrant status. The requirements and process for applying for refugee and asylum status is also covered, as is the process employers must use to verify all employees' authorization to work in the U.S.

I started out writing poetry as almost exclusively sonnets. The Shakespearean and Italian sonnet forms are still my very favorite. But over the past decade or so I have written and published a lot of haikus. I like the constraint of a specific form (primarily the 5-7-5 syllable format per line), but also the ability to say a lot in very few words. I alo like to use linked haikus to create longer works. Here, I will post some new and older haikus that may be new or previously published online or in my two books of poems. I'll try to post here fairly regularly for awhile if readers read and enjoy them, so if you also like the haiku form, please check in from time to time. And thanks for viewing my simple musings.

I will post links to my readings from the first few chapters of my recent novel, Hire Lernin’: An Idealist’s Quest Through the Realm of for-Profit Education. The novel involves the bittersweet journey of a young, idealistic, naïve attorney who takes on the role of academic dean at a for-profit business school in New York City in the late 1980s knowing very little about the industry. Unable to accept the way things are, he immediately launches into a personal quest to change lives for the better in an environment where only the bottom-line matters. Hard work and an entrepreneurial spirit quickly propel him to professional success, but at a deep personal cost in the process as he learns critical life-altering lessons about himself, about leadership, about for-profit and not-for-profit higher education, and about love.

The novel itself is available in eBook and paperback versions from most book sellers. And I recently released audiobook versions of both the original English version and my Spanish translation that are also widely available. These are cold, unedited readings and are not part of the actual audiobooks now available. I recorded these for fun and posted them to my YouTube channel in the past and am providing links here. They serve an interesting contrast to the actual audiobook version. (You can also listen to brief previews from my various audiobooks at the following link: Audible.)

I hope you will enjoy these simple chapter readings as much as I did recording them.

You can hear an unabridged reading of the first two chapters by clicking HERE.

Acabo de publicar una versión en audiolibro de mi novela reciente y mi último libro de cuentos. Aquí encontrarás enlaces a una muestra de cada uno, así como mi propia lectura de un cuento completo y dos capítulos de mi novela. Espero que os gusten.

See blurbs and links below:

Original English Version

This novel involves the bittersweet journey of a young, idealistic, naïve attorney who takes on the role of academic dean at a for-profit business school in New York City in the late 1980s knowing very little about the industry. Unable to accept the way things are, he immediately launches into a personal quest to change lives for the better in an environment where only the bottom-line matters. Hard work and an entrepreneurial spirit quickly propel him to professional success, but at a deep personal cost in the process as he learns critical life-altering lessons about himself, about leadership, about for-profit and not-for-profit higher education, and about love.

Free until June 30 (or until 200 free coupons are redeemed, whichever comes first) only at https://play.google.com/redeem?code=DNDZKFU9HDP42 (Please note that although this novel is available through Amazon, Audible, and multiple other vendors, I can only create a limited number of free coupons every month through Google Books.) Offer valid in the U.S. and 46 other countries.

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Spanish Version (author's translation)

Esta novela narra la agridulce aventura de un joven abogado idealista e ingenuo que asume el cargo de decano académico en una escuela de negocios con fines de lucro en la ciudad de Nueva York en 1987, con un conocimiento muy limitado del sector. Incapaz de aceptar la situación actual que encuentra, se embarca de inmediato en una búsqueda personal para mejorar vidas en un entorno donde solo importa el lucre. Su espíritu emprendedor y voluntad de trabajar día y noche y arriesgarlo todo para implementar su visión lo impulsan rápidamente al éxito profesional. Pero el mismo lo adquiere con un profundo costo personal en el proceso. Al mismo tiempo, aprende lecciones cruciales que le cambiarán la vida sobre sí mismo, sobre el liderazgo, sobre la educación superior con y sin fines de lucro, y sobre el amor.

La oferta caduca el 30 de junio (o cuando se descarguen 100 ejemplares, lo que ocurra primero). Esta oferta se limita a Google Play Books en el siguiente enlace: [https://play.google.com/redeem?code=GSHCCV57ZM59E]. [Oferta disponible en 46 países.]

Hire Lernin’

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

(C) 2021, 2025 Victor D. López, J.D., Esq.

This is a preview of the first two chapters of my published novel that involves the bittersweet journey of a young, idealistic, naïve attorney who takes on the role of academic dean at a for-profit business school in New York City in the late 1980s knowing very little about the industry. Unable to accept the way things are, he immediately launches into a personal quest to change lives for the better in an environment where only the bottom-line matters. Hard work and an entrepreneurial spirit quickly propel him to professional success, but at a deep personal cost.  In the process as he learns life-altering lessons about himself, about leadership, about for-profit and not-for-profit higher education, and about love.

PLEASE NOTE:  This novel is now available in its final edited form in ebook, paperback, hard-cover, and audiobook versions from your favorite local or international booksellers, including AMAZON, BARNES & NOBLE, GOOGLE PLAY, APPLE BOOKS, AUDIBLE, and other leading national and international booksellers. I hope you will sample these and enjoy them as much as I did writing them. And, as always, thank you for your support.

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Chapter One: Dreamers Dream Until They are Awakened

Dan peered out of his Jackson Heights second story apartment window hoping to spy the letter carrier’s cart on the sidewalk below bearing good news. He had risen as usual at 8:00 a.m., showered, dressed and was at his desk by 9:00 a.m. ready to face the world, which these days largely meant waiting for the mail to arrive or the phone to ring with an interview offer while working on a book about public domain software that he had begun writing. A classic overachiever, Dan was undaunted by the fact that he had settled into this routine two months ago and was still waiting for a reasonable job offer that he could actually accept. No matter, he would persevere and everything would be fine.

Success had always come easily to Dan. He completed middle school in two years in a special progress class, graduated from one of the best High Schools in the country, Brooklyn Technical High School, with honors, and excelled not only in the traditional college-level math, science and technical courses that formed the foundation of his pre-engineering curriculum, but also in the humanities and social sciences. College had been more of the same. He looked forward to every class, never managed his GPA by dodging hard courses or dropping courses in which he was not maintaining an A average, never cut classes, and graduated with high honors. Both his I.Q. and LSAT scores qualified him for membership in Mensa, an organization he had absolutely no interest in joining. He coasted through law school, though his grades were only average as he was frustrated and bored by the emphasis on memorization and regurgitation of facts, issues, holdings and rationales for cases in the traditional case method employed by the law school he attended (and most others for that matter both then and now).

Dan had decided to go to law school to help people, to make a difference, and to promote justice—actually believing these clichés with the fervor and innocence possible only for recent arrivals from faraway galaxies and people whose only exposure to the law and lawyers is derived from romanticized Hollywood movies, novels, and television shows. His delusions did not survive the first week of law school. He knew almost immediately that he would not practice law as a career, at least not as his primary occupation, but stubbornly decided to stick it out for no better reason than he had always completed anything he started, and law school would not be the exception. So, instead of leaving law school after a week, a month or even a semester as any rational person faced with the clear evidence that he had made a terrible mistake would have done, he plodded onward. He could have pursued a Ph.D. in political science, English, philosophy or any of the half dozen other fields that were of real interest to him in the humanities and social sciences where he could have found a fulfilling career as an academic. Instead, he chose to stay in law school and use his law degree to obtain a non-legal corporate position in human resource management, government compliance or one of the many other areas in business in which knowledge of the law and the ability to give legal advice are essential.

After graduating from law school, he took and comfortably passed the grueling New York State bar exam, though he would not receive the results until December and would not be admitted to practice until the following spring, just like everyone else who passed the bar exam. In the meantime, he had worked on Wall Street for a year hating the experience. Once admitted to practice, he prepared his resume and sent out application letters, neatly typed and appropriately listing his educational experience and competencies seeking to find more satisfying work. With no relevant work experience, however, responses were not what he had hoped for that summer. He received perhaps one interview for every ten or fifteen application letters sent out. This was actually much better than average, especially since he was not applying for work as an attorney. He should have expected three to five interviews for every 100 letters sent out, but he did not know that. Accustomed to success and with an unrealistic notion of his marketability and value, he was disappointed at getting at best a couple of interviews a month and was even less enthusiastic about the salaries offered for the entry level administrative and consulting positions for which he interviewed and which he was offered.

But this week would be different. In researching positions for which he would qualify as someone with a law degree, he had learned an interesting fact: more college deans hold a Juris Doctor degree than degrees from any other discipline. This appealed to him, and he had instantly decided that rather than accept any of the unsatisfying offers like the ones he had recently received, he would concentrate on obtaining a dean’s position at an academic institution. The fact that most college deans are highly experienced academics or accomplished professionals before their ascension to administration is something that completely escaped Dan’s less than comprehensive research into the subject. Thus, his mind made up about a career choice that would after all vindicate his decision to obtain a law degree, he readjusted his resume, developed a new cover letter, and began to apply for deans’ positions from The Chronicle of Higher Education. And, not knowing any better, he also kept reading The New York Timesclassifieds hoping to find those types of positions listed there as well.

Within a few days of making this new life-altering decision, he had sent out a half dozen new application letters to community colleges in the New York, New Jersey, Connecticut tri-state area from the Chronicleand one to Practical Entrepreneurial Management Training Institute (PEMTI), a local business school Dan had never heard of. The cryptic ad in the classified section of The New York Timesread: Academic Dean. Leading business school with branches throughout the tri-state area is searching for an Academic Dean for its Queens campus. Competitive salary and benefits. Master’s Degree required; Doctorate preferred. The only other information was an address for PEMTI at Queens Boulevard in Kew Gardens, an area not too far from Dan’s apartment.  He then waited for a call he was sure would come, oblivious to the fact that the lag time between the submission of an application for a dean’s position and the search committee selection of candidates for preliminary phone interviews and, eventually, on-campus interviews take months at traditional academic institutions, even at lower-level community colleges and baccalaureate institutions. But ignorance is bliss, and Dan eagerly expected a call or letter inviting him to an on-campus interview within a week of having sent the application.

It is said that even broken clocks are right twice a day—well, at least that’s true for the old-fashioned analog ones. And this morning, just three days after mailing his application, his phone rang.

“This is PEMTI calling. May I speak to Daniel Amor?” The woman’s husky, southern accented voice gave Dan a sudden adrenaline surge as he quickly responded, “This is he.”

“Good morning, Mr. Amor. I’m calling with regard to your application for the dean’s position. Will you please hold for the director, Mr. Lantz?”

“Yes, thank you.” Dan tried to keep his voice calm as his heart rate sped up further. A click on the line was followed almost immediately by the mellow voice of a man exuding cheerfulness.

“Dr. Amor?” The voice queried.

“Yes sir, good morning” Dan answered.

“Good morning. I’m Marvin Lantz, the school director. We received your application for the dean’s position and would like to bring you in for an interview. Are you available this week?”

“Any time this week is fine with me, Dr. Lantz,” Dan retorted without the usual response he knew he should give about having to consult his schedule in order to not appear overeager and unattractively unoccupied.

“Call me Marvin, please. I’m an MBA, not a Ph.D. or Ed.D. Can you come in tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.? We’re on Queens Boulevard about two blocks from the courthouse on the fourth floor of the Wang Office Building. Our school is actually on the fourth and fifth floors.”

“I know the area and have your address. I’ll be there at 10:00 a.m. Thank you. I look forward to meeting you, Mr. Lantz.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting you as well. See you then,” Marvin replied and hung up the phone.

Dan smiled widely. Finally, he had an interview he could really look forward to. He called his girlfriend, Linda, as soon as he got off the phone, eager to give her the good news.

“Morning babe,” he said as soon as she picked on the phone. “I have some great news!”

“Hi Dan. What is it?”

“I just got called in for an interview at a local business school for a dean’s position.”

“Yeah, and I just got crowned Miss Universe,” she scoffed.

“I’m serious!”

“You told me you sent out applications for deans’ positions a few days ago. How can they possibly be interviewing already?”

“I guess they know quality when they see it,” he quipped.

“Joke all you want, but be careful. I see a huge red flag popping up here.”

“Gosh, Linda. You’re such a damned pessimist. Why are you perpetually raining on my parade?”

“Because I love you and someone has to protect you from yourself. You always see the glass as half full, and even if someone takes the time to make you see it’s actually completely empty, you’ll point to rain clouds in the horizon and argue it will soon be full again.”

“So, shoot me for always looking at the bright side, Ms. Perpetual Party Pooper! For me the glass is always half full, true; for you it is always completely empty, dusty, cracked and lying in the middle of the Sahara Desert under six feet of sand,” Dan said with a tone of exasperation, yet knowing full well that she was right.

“Just be careful, Dan. Congratulations on getting the interview, but be wary.”

“I will, Linda. Have some faith in me, won’t you?”

“I have always had complete faith in you—it’s your judgment that worries me.”

“I’ve gotta go,” Dan said. “I’m off to the library to do some research. We can talk tonight,” Dan said, giving the receiver a kiss and hanging up the phone.

He knew Linda was right—she almost always was. He could be impulsive and allow his enthusiasm to cloud his judgment. Nevertheless, he felt some annoyance at Linda’s harping on the negative rather than exploring the positive. She was a realist who looked at the positive and the negative in every situation and parked herself somewhere in the middle. Dan was an idealist who had a hard time accepting any reality he found unpleasant or unfair and would look for a rainbow in the middle of a hurricane, even if it killed him.

After getting off the phone, he did what he did best: turn to the task at hand and devote his full attention to it. He needed to get as much information as possible about PEMTI in preparation for the interview with little time to do so. In the days before the Internet, a library’s holdings were the only effective way to research a prospective employer, so he headed for his car to take a quick trip to the St. John’s University library to find out anything he could about PEMTI. Unfortunately, it was a trip that would prove fruitless. The same was true of his trip to his public library.  Returning home that evening, he avoided going to see Linda as he knew she would harp on his need for caution and make him miserable. Instead, he called her, and they chatted on the phone briefly. He also called his parents who were much more enthusiastic about his good news knowing nothing about the usual process involved in a dean’s search and, therefore, offered Dan only the encouragement he craved.

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Chapter 2: The Interview (Part One)

The next morning, Dan got up early, put on his best suit and gathered his leather portfolio, placing extra copies of his resume and undergraduate and graduate transcripts in it along with three glowing letters of reference from professors who knew him well and could vouch for his intellectual acumen and skill set. Rather than take his car into an area where parking would likely pose a problem, he opted to take the subway, leaving his home at 9:00 a.m. for what should be at most a half hour trip door to door. Nothing beats the NYC subway system for getting around cheaply and quickly, especially during rush hour when bumper-to-bumper traffic moves at about the same rate as the average lethargic slug. Traffic flow is further impeded by traffic lights whose timing sequence seems to be set by particularly perverse, sadistic children during breaks from biting their baby siblings, torturing puppies and singeing the tail feathers of caged songbirds on sunny windowsills with magnifying glasses when their parents are not looking.

As he neared the ten-story office building that housed what might become his first academic home, he slowed his pace as he was nearly a half hour early and knew that he should not arrive earlier than fifteen minutes before his scheduled interview. He walked slowly past a variety of small shops, that included a Chinese restaurant with about a half dozen small tables visible through the front window, a pizzeria, a check cashing place sporting a prominent “Payday Loans” neon sign in its window, a bagel shop, a tattoo parlor and several bars. He continued past the office building towards the courthouse, enjoying the glorious early fall day. As he approached the courthouse, he could see dozens of lawyers going about their business, many of them accompanied by their clients chatting on their way to court or holding impromptu conferences. He smiled at the realization that it was often hard to distinguish criminal lawyers from their clients as they moved side by side on their way to and from the criminal courthouse. The lawyers, of course, could be discerned from their ubiquitous bulging leather briefcases, but seemed every bit as shabby, shifty and untrustworthy as their charges and wearing similarly rumpled off-the-rack suits and sports jackets. Even his criminal law professor in law school fit that mold—there was too much of the streets about them, a greater affinity to their clients than to the polish and eloquence that used to be associated with the legal profession in the days when lawyers were not free to hawk their services on commercials during television shows aimed at the terminally unemployable members of society with loud, obnoxious, misleading commercials. These echoed all the finesse and professionalism of local used car salespeople hawking their wares to individuals with toxic credit histories in the wee hours of the morning.

“Have you been injured by a slip and fall? Did the police find a kilo of heroin in your car after a traffic stop motivated by racial profiling?  Is the IRS hounding you because you’ve never paid taxes? Is your son doing poorly in school because he was slapped too hard on his fanny by the obstetrician at birth? Were you denied employment or a promotion because you are an unqualified drug user with a bad attitude, body odor and perpetual absenteeism caused by Chronic Lethargy Syndrome? You may be entitled to compensation. Call 1-800-SHEISTER and a lawyer will come to your home to discuss your case. No injury is too small or frivolous for us to pursue. The law firm of Sheister & Sheister is always on your side.” These commercials should come with the following rapidly-scrolling disclaimer in small print (but do not--a testament to the political clout bought by the very generous campaign contributions of trial lawyers in the United States):

“Disclaimer: we only take cases we know we can win with a minimum of effort, and then only on a 50-percent contingency fee basis. We routinely file cases with little or no merit knowing full well that judges will seldom throw them out on pretrial motions, and count on our ability to settle almost any claim for its nuisance value of $10,000 or less as the average litigation will cost defendants $25,000 in lawyer’s fees and it is cheaper for them to pay us $10,000 to go away than it is to win a Pyrrhic victory in court and have to pay their attorneys $25,000. After paying for court fees and some ancillary expenses off the top from the $10,000 nuisance judgment, we get about $4,500 for little or no work beyond basic motions filed by our underpaid paralegals, and you get $4,500 for any injury real or imagined that may have been caused by anyone you choose to sue. God Bless America, the only country on the planet in which lawyers have succeeded in maintaining the sanctity of the American Rule that prevents losing parties from having to pay the legal expenses of the prevailing party.”

After walking past the courthouse killing time and thinking these dangerous, subversive thoughts that would get him immediately voted off the island by his brothers and sisters of the bar, he turned around after a leisurely seven-minute stroll and slowly walked back. He made his way to the fourth floor at precisely 9:45 a.m.

“Dan Amor to see Mr. Lantz,” he told the smiling receptionist. “He’ll be with you in a moment.” She picked up the phone, punched a button and announced, “Mr. Amor is here to see you.” She then turned to Dan and said sweetly, “Please sit down. He’ll be right with you “

Before Dan had a chance to take a seat, a smiling, short, thin man in his late thirties with short hair in an almost perfect horseshoe pattern around a gleaming, bald head opened the inner door to the right of the reception area and offered Dan a broad smile. “Good morning, Dan. Please come in. I’m Marvin. It’s good to meet you.” Marvin extended his hand to Dan who shook it firmly, saying “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for seeing me.”

Marvin held the door open and asked Dan to pass through. Dan noted what appeared to be a metal detector as he walked through the threshold, while also noticing another metal detector on the wider door to the left of the reception area that must lead to the classrooms given the number of young people carrying books that he saw walking through it. Unlike today, metal detectors at a school in the 1980s was something Dan had never seen before and found curious. Marvin pointed to the end of the hallway and said, “My office is just down the hall, please follow me.” On the way to Marvin’s office, Dan saw several small offices with people busy at work at their desks, and a large office just before Marvin’s door that looked like a phone bank with a half dozen people working the phones in diminutive cubicles.

As he walked inside Marvin’s office, Dan noticed a short man with mid-length hair staring out the large picture window at the traffic below on Queens Boulevard. The man’s shirt, though clean and of apparent good quality, was rumpled and looked slept in. The man turned his attention to Marvin and to Dan when he heard them come in. Unlike Marvin’s conservative blue tie and a pressed shirt, the man’s tie sported a cacophony of discordant colors that could have been designed by a chimp of subpar intelligence on an acid trip supplied with finger paints in all the primary colors for its hands and feet. The man immediately walked towards Dan with his hand extended in the style of life insurance salesmen, car dealers and televangelists the world over.

“Good to meet you, Dan. I’m Jerry Mason, Vice President for Administration of PEMTI,” the man said, enthusiastically shaking Dan’s hand. “Marvin and I will be interviewing you today and appreciate your coming to see us on short notice.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Mason. Thank you for granting me this interview,” Dan replied meeting the man’s smile, though not quite matching it’s size or intensity.

“Call me Jerry. We Don’t stand on ceremony here, plus I don’t hold a doctorate, just an MS in Marketing. Please, sit down,” he added, pointing to one of two padded leather chairs in front of a massive mahogany desk. ”You too, Marvin. I’ll just stand if you don’t mind.” Marvin smiled and took the seat, but not before offering Dan a cup of coffee or tea, pointing to an elegant side table with freshly brewed coffee, china cups and saucers, a matching sugar bowl, and silver spoons. The office smelled pleasantly of vanilla and fresh brewed French roast coffee. Dan waved off the offer with thanks and sat down, opening his leather portfolio on his lap.

“Would either of you like a copy of my resume or letters of reference?” He asked, looking at both men. “No thank you,” Marvin replied. “We both have a copy and have reviewed it carefully,” he added. Jerry leaned back on the windowsill behind Marvin’s desk and studied Dan while Marvin spoke. “Why don’t you begin by telling us a little about yourself and why you want this job,” Marvin added with a pleasant smile.

Dan covered the basics about his education, training and commitment to higher education. He emphasized his ability to learn almost anything quickly, his legal training and adaptability. He touched on his academic credentials and eclectic competencies as well as his ability to work well both in groups and in self-directed projects.  He closed by explaining that he was a young attorney who did not wish to practice law but instead had chosen to pursue a career in higher education, preferring the intangible rewards and self-satisfaction that career offered over the pecuniary rewards available to a competent young lawyer, with native-language proficiency in Spanish in a city with an insufficient number of attorneys that could effectively serve the needs of a growing Latin American community.  Dan knew but did not mention the insultingly deficient “bilingual attorneys “ whose inability to effectively communicate orally or in writing in Spanish was at once amusing , dangerous and insulting to the clients they targeted through the Spanish-language media.

Dan did not try to address what he anticipated the interviewers would ask as his weakness—lack of experience—was obvious, and he preferred not to raise any negative issue until he was asked about it. The second question, however, he did not anticipate, and it came from Jerry.

“How do you feel about for-profit education?”

Dan answered honestly and immediately. “I really have not given the matter much thought. However, I believe that college is not for everyone, and that there is a very real gap in career training that community colleges are increasingly failing to meet. Most have turned away from their original job-training mission and become feeders for four-year schools. A majority of graduates with associate degrees lack any real marketable skills and are prepared almost exclusively to transfer to a four-year institution that too often will offer similar bachelor’s degrees of little use for those seeking employment.” Both Jerry and Marvin nodded, smiled, and looked at each other as Dan said this.

“I have an uncle who learned typing skills from one business institute or other in Manhattan that saved him from an infantry position when he volunteered to serve in Korea” Dan continued. “He served very near to the front lines, but in a clerical position that kept him out of the infantry because of his office skills. He is a writer now and a retired high school teacher. I envy him the touch-typing skill which served him well and could have earned him a living as a clerk in any number of companies if the G.I. Bill had not allowed him to pursue undergraduate and graduate degrees through the City University of New York and NYU. I also have two very good married friends who trained as beauticians and own their own salon. He is a construction worker who helps out during the winter off season, and she is someone who survived radical cancer surgery in her late teens that left her with physical disabilities that would have precluded her from holding many jobs for which she was otherwise qualified. Both are successful, productive and very happy in their work which would not have been possible other than by attending a proprietary school in NYC. I support for-profit education because I have seen it work, as long as it is offered at a reasonable cost and provides good practical training for individuals that for whatever reason cannot or choose not to go to college.” All of this was true, and it was very well received by both Jerry and Marvin.

“You would be surprised to learn how many people disagree with that point of view,” Jerry said, smiling broadly once again. “But of course we completely agree with you, and we do provide an excellent education at a fair price. We also provide graduates with job placement assistance when they graduate, free of charge and for as long as they need it, not just help in getting their first job after completing their training.”

“That sounds terrific,” Dan said, again meaning it.

Esta novela narra la agridulce aventura de un joven abogado idealista e ingenuo que asume el cargo de decano académico en una escuela de negocios con fines de lucro en la ciudad de Nueva York en 1987, con un conocimiento muy limitado del sector. Incapaz de aceptar la situación actual que encuentra, se embarca de inmediato en una búsqueda personal para mejorar vidas en un entorno donde solo importa el lucre. Su espíritu emprendedor y voluntad de trabajar día y noche y arriesgarlo para implementar su visión lo impulsan rápidamente al éxito profesional. Pero el mismo lo adquiere con un profundo costo personal en el proceso. Al mismo tiempo, aprende lecciones cruciales que le cambiarán la vida sobre sí mismo, sobre el liderazgo, sobre la educación superior con y sin fines de lucro, y sobre el amor.

TOMEN NOTA:Mi novela  ahora  está disponible las librerías en audiolibro, libro electrónico y tapa blanda en sus librerías favoritas, incluidas Amazon, Google Play, Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Casa del Libro, y docenas de otras librerías nacionales e internacionales. Allí puede leer o escuchar adelantos de este y algunos de mis otros libros actuales sobre ficción, poesía y derecho. (Los audiolibros no están narrados por mí.) Espero que disfruten leyéndolos y escuchándolos tanto como yo lo he hecho al escribirlos.

In the following link, you can hear my reading of the first few pages from each of the ten short stories in my Mindscapes speculative fiction collection. Note that although this book is available in electronic, paperback and audiobook format, these readings from each of the short stories is my own and NOT a sample of the professionally produced Audible audiobook read by professional voice talent.

I just published a stand-alone audiobook versions of End of Days, one of the 13 short stories in my latest short story collection. And I’m making it available free through the end of June through Google Play Books at https://play.google.com/redeem?code=ZLXA831AWMQBK.Like all of my books and audiobooks, it is available through various booksellers nationally and internationally, but only Google Play at the moment permits me to have promotional deals and even free audiobooks for a limited time. Others do not or offer as much flexibility in setting suggested prices as low as I prefer.

My taste in reading and writing science fiction is very broad and eclectic and is clearly reflected in my Echoes of the Mind’s Eye collection (and previous collections in which my short fiction was featured). The collection features “hard” and “soft” science fiction, SF with metaphysical and psychological themes, mild horror, humor, and even one paranormal tale (unusual for me as a writer but not as a reader).

I refuse to pay for advertisement or reviews of my independently produced books which is a virtual necessity for independent authors. So I offer free promotions from time to time hoping to find new readers who may enjoy and perhaps buy one of my other books. So feel free to share the link above with anyone you think may enjoy the book.

If you’d like to know a bit more about End of Days, the description from the audiobook follows:

This short story poses a novel theory as to the role of black holes in both the creation and destruction of an endless number of universes that coexist in an incomprehensibly complex multiverse. It is a cautionary tale about the arrogance of scientists who are the cosmic equivalent of amoebas attempting to discern the secrets of the universe by thoroughly examining within the limits of their perception the drop of pond scum they inhabit. It is also a cautionary tale about the ability of determined, creative terrorists to begin the process that will lead to the destruction of our corner of the multiverse by the creative use of materials at their disposal.

In this space I'll post samples of my poetry and some links to readings of my poetry.

I've written poetry since before my teen years through today. Sonnets are my favorite form of poetry, but I write in a broad range of styles and on subjects that span the gamut of the pain and ecstasy that each of us faces as part of the human condition.As is true of my fiction,  I hope that you may find something it it that strikes a responsive chord in you, lets you see the world from a different perspective, and leaves you thinking.

I do not pay to advertise my work or for reviews (a common practice for independently published books), so I very much appreciate it when readers leave some feedback--positive or negative--or simply "like" my work. Nothing makes a writer feel more like the proverbial voice crying in the wilderness when she/he gets thousands of views of their work but hears only crickets when trying to determine whether it strikes the wished for responsive chord in any reader.

Thanks for reading!

Aquí les mostraré ejemplos de mi poesía original, escrita en español o traducida por mí a partir de mis originales en inglés, entre mis obras publicadas. Espero que les guste.

Los egiptólogos más famosos del mundo finalmente revelan los secretos de La Esfinge en un evento en vivo que recuerda la desastrosa apertura de la bóveda de Al Capone con Geraldo Rivera hace algunos años. No se encontrará ninguna botella vacía en la cámara debajo de la pata derecha de la Esfinge. No esta vez, desafortunadamente.

This is one of the 13 short stories from my Echoes of the Mind's Eye short story collection (C) Victor D. López 2021, 2025. It is also featured in an earlier collection, Book of Dreams (also in Spanish in my Libro de Sueños). The latter book is widely available in eBook, paperback and audiobook versions (English and Spanish versions). You can hear free previews of the audiobook vesrions of many of my books at Audible.

What follows is my simple poem in honor of memorial day. It is not just another "long weekend" or the harbinger of summer picnics with loved ones. It is a day to remember our beloved fallen men and women in uniform that have fought in just wars and unwise ones and paid by their precious blood for the freedoms we too often take for granted. Remember too and pray for their families if you are a person of faith, or simple reflection on their sacrifice if you are not.

As we live our busy lives and deal with our everyday problems, it is easy to forget the simple fact that the freedom we enjoy is not free; it was bought and paid for by the brave souls who put on a uniform and stood as bulwarks against the enemies of freedom. Think of them, and of the families they left behind.

On Veterans Day we honor those who served and returned home with or without wounds that cannot heal. and I hope that like me you will from time to time thank a soldier in uniform (or a cop, or firefighter, or EMS worker, or ER nurse or doctor . . .) for their service. They have no day to honor them and also deserve our thanks. But this weekend and especially Monday is the day we should remember at the very least for a few minutes of reflection all who paid the ultimate price for our freedom.

May God bless them all, and may we never forget the debt we owe them and teh loved ones they left behind which can never be fully repaid for their selfless sacrifice.

Four linked haikus on the power of even small acts of kindness.

Que tragedia es una vida malgastada,persiguiendo lo que el orgullo pide,a lo largo a veces uno lo percibe,al ver cerca el final, lejos la entrada.Nunca pensé ser yo quien destacaba,Shakespeare en Macbeth cuando el describe,la vida “sombra caminante” y la mide,como “un cuento de un idiota... nada.”Cuando se cerraron todos los portales,que apuntaban a otros horizontes?no me di cuenta, trepando por montes,que no eran mas que tinieblas irreales.Que ser honesto puede encontrar paz,cuando la misma solo queda atrás?A Wasted Life English translationWhat a tragedy is a wasted life,Chasing that which pride craves,In time sometimes we come to realize,When our entrance is far, the exit near.I never thought it would apply to me,When Shakespeare's Macbeth describes,Life as a "walking shadow" and rates it,A "tale told by an idiot... nothing."When did all open doors close,That led to other horizons?I never noticed it, climbing mountains,That were but insubstantial shadows.What honest being can ever find peace,Knowing it lies only in the past?

In this post I offer one of the 13 short stories in my Echoes of the Mind's Eye collection--both the full text and a link to my reading of it in one of my podcasts. I hope you'll enjoy it.

This is a poem composed from linked haikus that I wrote immediately after reading several poems from young people who deal with their intolerable pain by cutting and other forms of self-harm. These broke my heart, which is where the title comes from, and I immediately penned this poem in response as it is my way of dealing with the great pain that life sometimes subjects us to, trying to give some comfort and hope to unknown colleagues in distress, knowing full well that words alone could do little or nothing to assuage their pain. But hope springs eternal.

Héroes Desconocidos -- Parte I: Emilio (Abuelo Materno)

Unsung Heroes Part I: Emilio (maternal grandfather) - Text and link to my podcast reading

A three-ring circus,No animals / acrobats,Just pathetic clowns.

On the Folly of Denying Evil Exists in the World

This is my longest free-verse poem concerning the lives of my grandparents and parents who lived lives of quiet heroism under great adversity, never giving in to despair or wallowing in self-pity. They are all made of far stronger stuff than I, and I consider each of them my personal unsung heroes.

I wrote this poem (still ongoing) and published the first four parts that concern my grandparents' lives before, during, and after the Spanish Civil War. Parts five and six were published in my second book of poems, Echoes of Dawn at Dusk, and concern the lives of my parents. These last two were written immediately after the death of each of my parents under painful, tragic circumstances as part of my grieving process. In life I always turn to poetry in times of great personal struggle and loss. It is one of the ways I deal with pain, loss, disappointment and the angst of a life that does not always go as we would hope.

I will post the six parts of this poem individually and also a link to my reading of it in my Spotify blog.

If you listed to these as I hope you will, I trust you will reflect on your own unsung heroes which, unlike the mega-popular ones raised up (very often for all the wrong reasons) you are certain to find all around you, and very close to home, living lives of unheralded, quiet heroism and all too often acknowledged by those closest to them only when they realize the vacuum left by their passing on all those whose lives they touched and enriched by their presence and example.

Started writing it two decades ago,Using a pseudonym for first/last time,To protect the guilty and innocent,In this fiction based on actual facts.Life got in the way of reliving it,Work, wife, parents with health issues, now gone,Back burners full of overflowing pots,The sands of time quickly sifting through my fingers.Serious writing projects completed,A dozen plus books published,Others yet to come, new lectures to plan,New courses to develop and to teach.My story untold, lessons learned unfurled,But not not written down to pass down my truth,About things I know much more than I'd like,And others should learn, in old age and youth.Place bound for now on an imposed lockdown,Chained to my desk like galley slaves to oars,Taping lectures, attending Zoom meetings,Depression abounds, if not joy or sleep.So I'm back again, reliving the past,In memory still green, though browning in parts,Taking poetic license where I must,But gently as a child's butterfly kiss.Nearly nine thousand words today for just,One day's events that sowed a thousand seeds,That sprouted, flourished and died or were pecked,By hungry vultures out of existence.Remembering a day in my career,When I still viewed the world with bright, clear eyes,And had not opened doors I could not close,Or walked by closed doors I should have opened.My world and heart were then innocent, pure,Full of good intentions waiting to burst,From a chest that could hardly hold them back,Foolishly thinking they could change the world.The painful memories I now drown in,I will not disclose. The pain I've given,The pain I've received, I'll whitewash away,To protect myself and those I have loved.I'll limit my journey to work alone,Describe what I've learned that others should know,Weave the personal with transparent thread,The professional with thickest red yarn.I'll search for an agent when it is done,As I'd like it read, unlike indie books,And I believe it will find a market,For it will reveal some essential truths.It will teach much more that all need to know,Than my life's work: Lectures, books, articles,Poetry, fiction, blogs, presentations,Hope I can write it before my life ends.My sand's running out, tick tock cries the clock,Hope lockdown provides, end to writer's block.

The audiobook versions of my novel and short story collection have just been publshed. Here, i offer links to a sample chapter readings (my own) and actual samples of the published audiobooks that are not narrated by me. I'm curios to know, which do you prefer?

I do not write for money,And even less for fame,I write because I have to,It's simply who I am.I'm a jack of many trades,And the master of a few,But they do not define me,They are just the things I do.What I write will not endure,Much of it will not be read,Little of all I publish,Will survive long once I'm dead.I'd write if no one read me,In ink, on sand or in blood,As long as reason abides,I know that I will not stop.It is so for all of us,Who are writers at our core,Writing is our very essence,It is who we are, no more.