About Jay R. Strisik

Born in Brooklyn 83 years ago (but people say I look weeks younger). I am one of those lucky older Earthlings who retains most of my physical and mental abilities, at least for the rest of the month. I started writing in high school, stopped and started many times. I have completed about five or six book length novels and non-fiction. The last few years I have also written about seventy poems, and about thirty-five short stories. I self-publish for my friends who then become enemies. I credit my current burst of activity to the East Valley Writers Group, we meet Sunday nights at Borders in Mesa I have published a few short stories in obscure places.. My undergraduate life was at New York University, interrupted by WWII (the world is often rude). I spent four years in the Air Force then back to college at Ramapo, finally mastering in Social Work at Columbia University. I worked for over twenty years in the family business, a rope and twine distributor, then into social work. My degree is in industrial social work and I have lectured to several thousand folks on job finding techniques. My wife Georgia lets me live with her in Gilbert, AZ. We have two married children and three grands. We attend meetings of the humanists from time to time, but are not into organized anything. This is too long and keeping me from my computer.....bye.

The Embrace of War

The Eloquent Atheist is extremely pleased to welcome Jay Strisak, one of our favorite poets, back to the pages of our little on-line magazine. Click on his name above, and you will be greeted by his older work, which is well worth reading. As far as the new one goes, no poem could be bad when the first line is “The whore of war opens her needle scarred arms…” Click on “Read On” to see the complete poem. The whore … Read on…

My Cosmology

. .. . . . . It’s time I sat down and faced the big questions: Genesis of the universe, Origin of Life, and the Limits of the sky. All this before breakfast! Most folk have an answer: God. It doesn’t really work for me. I think what IS was brought about by accident. The materials of the stars and planets are really unsolid, They are composed of energy. That includes us. One thing about energy is that is restless. … Read on…

It’s not Easy Being a Humanist

It’s not easy being a humanist, And you can’t add “Lord knows”. It sure has it’s bumps and snarls. Your church-going friends think “You’re going to the devil”. And worry that you don’t even Believe in the devil. It leaves them perplexed, angry and worse… Makes them defend their own beliefs. They suspect that you might be a communist, Or a believer in international government. You wonder why you follow this road It’s easier to put your critical faculties to … Read on…

The Mountain Is Mine

Big mountains make ants of men. But ever adolescent fellows, Feel their Sir Edmund rush. “Get on top of her,” rises an old chant. So intrepid mountain climbers, Legs straddling outcroppings, Pitons inserted into crevasses ascend. Until they stand on dome-shaped summits, Arms up, ape-like, the conqueror! But placidly mother mountain remains, Unaware of ant-man’s puny feat.

Eulogy for Robert G. Ingersoll

An Original Poem by Jay R. Strisik O Ingersoll your crystalline words are stilled, And museumed away from daily discourse, While dishonest men crush virtue for power And invoke deities and fear to confuse.    O Ingersoll freedom is weeping, Truth sullied by grubby hands Of liars and purloiners of sense,     Misers in doling aid to ill and needy.