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Roarke
Over 90 days ago
United States

About

I've been a professional artist and musician for over thirty years and I currently pursue a lifestyle of off-the-grid homesteading. I'm continuing life's journey, accepting and creating new challenges and living life more simply. I try to improve my powers of observation and perception everyday and also try to listen to my intuition more. Its important what you do with the time you have. I have earned a B.S. Educ. degree I am a professional fine and commercial artist I am a professional trumpet player, jazz, pop/rock, classical music I am a fledgling writer and blogist. I practice a self-sufficient, off-the-grid lifestyle

Interests
Art, music, reading, homesteading, simplicity.

Favorite Authors
Updike, Steinbeck, Heinlein, Boorstin, Saroyan, many more

Favorite Movies
eclectic and off beat

Favorite Music
mostly jazz
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At the Fair

Retired postal worker goes to county fair to relax, but finds something amiss.

Gus attended the county fair for some well earned leisure time and an afternoon filled with relaxed thoughts. He was a recent retiree from his career as a U.S. Postoffice mail sorter. He had spent long, painstaking hours accurately sorting mail, and packages into slots and trains of canvas-bags. He took personal pride getting every address precisely sorted to expedite delivery. He once got a commendation from the Postmast...

Brethren

A monastery witnesses a senseless battle between earth and aliens.

Hail and lightning weren’t the only clandestine storm elements to worry about. Fragments of long ago collided planets and man-made satellites showered down upon a myopic world, proving even intelligent design could crumble. The night skies had turned to searing tracers of flame and red light while the days were chaotic with the sounds and movement of heavy war machinery. The only things on people’s minds were worried ques...

The Power of Invisibility

flash fiction about how private obsessions can manipulate one's life

You wouldn’t pay any attention to her because she was one of the unattractive invisible. But that was exactly her thing. A woman of the common masses. She didn’t party, didn’t go to church, didn’t rock and roll. She wore her coarse dark hair braided and left it unwashed. She balanced thick, clear-rimmed glasses on the pinched bridge of her nose. Across her narrow sloped shoulders she hung a dingy navy-blue nylon jacket th...