The world has recognized the love I feelAnd so they wonder at my constant sighs.They know I love my lover, that's for real,And weep whene'er I win, then lose, the prize.I simply must believe they understandThat no one ever loved like this before.Accepting that it's true, they think it's grand,And know such passion lasts forevermore.No one will criticize the things I write.No one begrudges what I share with them.My love be...
Note; I am happy to announce the revival of Adventures across the Starways. Introducing Rob, (aka - rbo) as my very talented co-writer. Our plan is to take you for a wild ride across space, as we encounter more bizarre adventures!Chapter 16 After the harrowing episode with Victor Sive looked forward to some R and R time on planet Sargo. She planned on putting that ugly business behind her and have a bit of fun with Jason....
I made a cake.I figured what could it possibly take?But as soon as I started to bake,I knew it was a big mistake.For my grandson, it was supposed to be.Maybe an hour or two. Or three.Thirteen hours later I wanted to flee.What the hell was wrong with me?A Star Wars cake is what he wanted."Sure," I said as if undaunted.And now I will be forever haunted.By talents perceived that I so easily flaunted.For his 5th birthday, he...
It often starts with a small soundMaybe a little putt, putt or a sighSome nights a freight train comes roundI'm tired and need sleep, but no, I cryI do have choices, move to another roomA pillow over my head, maybe earplugs tooIt's worse now that everything is in bloomAllergies, apnea, find out, but no not youI wander through most days, eyes blearyLove only goes so far, until thoughts creep inNight after night, robbing me...
From a very early age, my father told me he was part Cherokee. Which meant I was part Cherokee. How much was always up in the air but there was some comfort in knowing whether it was a quarter, an eighth or even a sixteenth, I was a native American. Hell, I ate corn all the time.My father told me many things as a boy. Of course, I had my own memories. I can actually remember looking out through the upright slats of my cri...
I'd love to go on vacation I want to see Hawaii please To celebrate many celebrations To feel a nice warm breeze I'd love to see Koko Head Crater And enjoy a peaceful sunset Swim in a secluded beach later It would be beautiful I bet A trip to swim with the dolphins I'd really like to do that That would jolt my endorphin's They'd be pretty to look at A cruise to watch a whale watch Would really be divine You could have a s...
Chapter 9 As it turned out Mom and my sisters left me alone, and didn’t rake me over the coals regarding Gerry. They were more interested in the current events in my life. They had given up on me having a man in my apartment –let alone a dead one! I told them I could not say much regarding the case in progress. However the police were doing every thing they could. With that aside, they moved on to my employment status. I...
It was as windy as if Hurricane Isaac was blowing through town. I was on a stake out waiting for my FTA (failure to appear) not only was he late getting home from work. He was late in every sense of the word as I would soon discover. My name is Big Mama Mary and I am the toughest bounty hunter this side of Death Valley. My rack and my attitude are about the same size, extra-large. Tonight I am training a newb named Pam th...
Jan 25, 2015 35 Views: The news article read like this: “Wanted: Squirrel sought for contempt of court.” Family Court Judge M. Mulroy was the victim of a broad daylight heist in her own court room Wednesday. She described the suspect as 6 inches tall, gray, with a bushy tail and beady little eyes, which was last seen sprinting toward Jefferson Street with the judge's stash of individually wrapped chocolate bars. "He took...
This little ditty is my hundredth postSo have a little pity and give me a toast.Here's to me and all I have writtenA whole lotta time on my ass just sittin'.I know.. I know.. not all my work was goodBut win some, lose some, that's always understood.Some writers here have hundreds of followers or moreI have a few.. Hmmm.. lets me see.. carry the one.. Four!When I started writing, it was with charcoal and stonePterodactyls...
I'm a t-shirt guy through and through At last count I had seventy-two. It doesn't mean I'm better, that's true But it does mean I get laid more than you. Women love a t-shirt guy with tats Bad boys with beards and hats. No hard body with a six-pack Just a good ol' boy beer belly fat. Boots are scuffed from kicking rocks Surfer shorts with black knee-high socks. A battered look from taking knocks That's right guys, ladies...
I'm writing this piece just to see, How many people will take the time to read me. I don't expect a lot, maybe just a few. Or quite possibly it will be only you. So many stories have come and gone. So many writers posting from dusk til dawn. Every topic covered from head to toe. What's left to write about, only you know. So here I sit in a writer's quest. How should I proceed, what would be best? What should I write to ca...
True story. I am retired and usually spend my days mentally assessing the state of world affairs while watching Court TV and channel surfing looking for shows with shower scenes. Alys, on the other hand, has a life of friends and family and an occupation and spends most of her time screening my calls and texts. Still we find time to visit each other a few times a year. I will either fly down there, or she will fly up here...
Set-abouts. I hate them all. Knick-knacks and funky junk. Cutesy frames and cheesy dolls. They all leave me in such a funk. Dust collectors and web attracters. Who cares if Aunt Dizzy gave them to us. A bowl of nuts and a nifty cracker. All of this crap is like a fungus. A trophy, a picture and two candleholders. A doily, a lamp and several magazines. Eclectic at best in the eyes of the beholder. All junk that someone has...
Sitting here upon a wooden chair, and seeing the filtered sunlight coming in as I sit with my back to the wall again. Looking up and seeing myself surrounded by both shelves and stacks of books, and feeling these tired eyes of mine renewed by this comforting sight here. It's like seeing all of my old friends gathered here with me in one room. And feeling that double dose of that silver bullet caffeine kicking in. As I loo...
