Jeffra Hays: 11 books

Nothing like True Chicken to thump your heart. Two sections make up this cheery tale of Chicken Love Triangle.

Her bones ache, it's hard to kneel. Whatever it takes, she likes a deal.

He was a child and she was a child. An old cantor sings his fate. Sad, beautiful, and likely to make you cry.

A screw screws fine. A bug hugs. And the nut gets what? A lot, a lot.

Young, white Milly runs away from her sexless husband. She thinks she knows about lust and love. Desperate for a job, she finds work with a married black man. Slowly and steadily, he seduces her. Illicit love entangles them both in a triangle of jealousy for the rest of their lives. Now a grandmother,...

Hyper Futhark! Abnormal paranormal! Reader is warned, before beginning: this book contains wraith-inhibited sinning.

On Island Bunny it all ends funny, shouting, shouting, It's my money.

Our Princess owns her daughter, who/ If only she'd confess,/ Is born to Smart, so plays her part/ In making royal mess./ And then there's urns, flamingos, terns/ And mermaids marching nude./ Oh, what to wear? Or just go bare?/ To one that seems too rude.

It's love, it's love, they know it's love./ How ever can they tell?/ Well, she can shove, and he turns dove./ With nose he rings her bell.

It's all a laugh until: there's half.

Her King of Coney Island is about to lose his throne/ To Princess Smart, whose royal art/ Is causing Prince to moan./ A bird addict cannot predict who might fall from the sky,/ A rich princess or feathered mess might coo-coo by. And bye.// Free for now, not for long, save a dollar, sing a song.