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About Adagio

Biography
Adagio

Just a guy who enjoys life and good people. Writing has given me an outlet to express myself. Born in the deep south. That is where my roots are and I have a fondness for books.

I own a small bookshop with a coffee shop. And I enjoy collaborations and discussing ideas. At times I tread the dark side.

I spent twelve years in the USMC. Also at one time owned a chain of video shops. I sold them all before the roof caved in.

Name:
Adagio
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Local Time:
24 Nov 2020 21:31
Interests:
Books, NCAA basketball
Favorite Books:
Treasure Island
Favorite Authors:
Too many to list.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series.
Favourite TV Shows:
Mostly news-oriented
Favorite Music:
Progressive jazz and raw blues.

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05 Dec 2018
Last Visit:
24 Nov 2020
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Days on Site:
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Forum Posts:
83
Stories:
240
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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 19 Nov 2020 12:24

Found a new friend at the bookshop this morning. A little green frog had slipped in between the cracks. Needless to say, I helped him find his way back to the marshes.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 18 Nov 2020 10:19

I am inspired by truth and friendship. I came to the shores of SS to write and share my style. Often my dark side wanders on paths that have no end. I take myself seriously and I don't play games. There are some really "good hearts" on SS and kind people.

Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 30 Oct 2020 11:16

Forever the light of evermore.

Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 09 Oct 2020 09:19

A keyhole to the dark.

Topic: What’s for dinner?
Posted: 24 Sep 2020 10:47

Old fashion shrimp gumbo with okra and cornbread.

Topic: Hurricanes and Typhoons - are you affected?
Posted: 18 Sep 2020 11:07

Lot of rain in the Georgia marsh.

Topic: What are you listening to right now?
Posted: 14 Sep 2020 10:08

CCR

Topic: What Are You Celebrating Now?
Posted: 11 Sep 2020 11:37

Remembering, 9-11.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 11 Sep 2020 11:35

I was inspired to see the turnout on the comp.

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Marlboro

Sentinels of the flickering night in a cold corner of my cozy mind scratching the sulfurous match   from my mind's dark humidor listening to vespers screaming fleshless with Rosary of bones scratching the sulfurous match   with a shadow of the Marlboro man and long finger reaching from the nave.    ...

Added 23 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 65 | 1 Comment

Crossing Paths

Deep be her verdant green eyes. Wanderlust of dark withers. With a hymn of the silent night. In my dreams, dripping lust from the collarbone of the gothic moon. Beneath the willows crossing paths, like shadows of daffodils, blooming silence. Deep be her verdant green eyes of thimbles and stones. In rows of granite mahogany. As my dreams run backward. Listening to the crying.        ...

Added 20 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 91

Bohemian Butterflies

With little poems to help me rise, a new day   Bohemian butterflies smiling my way crossing paths in the moonlight's glow so that I won't wander off again  beneath dark clouds of loneliness  and my mind's portmanteau  with little poems to help me rise, a new day   Bohemian butterflies smiling my way.        ...

Added 18 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 104

Dreaming

Do we ever stop dreaming, will the sun melt,  where does night go when the moon sleeps,  are there rainbows, when the clouds cry, do we ever stop dreaming, if the felt-tip dries?    ...

Added 15 Nov 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 111 | 1 Comment

Darkness Is

When darkness is a deck of Bicycle Playing Cards   and the powers I assume reflecting my style  and I the Ace of Space, fit for any widow fading to black in Gothic slippery through my fingers of lasting memories when darkness is a deck of Bicycle Playing Cards.    ...

Added 13 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 112

Dark Razors

Self-inflicted dark splatter with a handle of mahogany. Straight from the quill of my Gothic literature, of memories and laughter when we were but razors. Now withering with rage on a shadow's stage of bones. A gruesome couple filtering the harmony of life. Bleeding the veins beneath the cloistered moonlight. Now the crimson clot thickens bringing with it the pain of memories and laughter....

Added 10 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 124 | 1 Comment

Litmus Test

With all my fears of death   now a litmus test in silence   no more pain of loneliness    in a world of the bee's nose    with butterfly wings of gold  and God's everlasting potpourri   in the valley of heaven's dawn   comforting me in prayer.    ...

Added 09 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 112

Faints Low

In dark, I ask for no forgiveness for the wrought of my iniquity  as the twilight faints low  and then came the screaming over my withering sanity  of the chameleon's shadow  a trick of the light as the twilight faints low.  ...

Added 06 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 113

Color Of Frogs

Near the pond, a Granny Smith with little green apples the color of frogs who choir at the watering hole spring-fed from cinnamon cider beneath the tree of life and freshly mown grass the color of frogs with little green apples.    ...

Added 05 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 120

Covered In Dust

Now but memories covered in dust. The little red wagon of bygone years. That traveled many miles over concrete cracks. Now but memories covered in rust. But the hurt lingers, of shadows and broken wheels. As my baby sister smiles with her decay and empty eye sockets. Beyond the grave of stone and earth tones where angels fast until spring. Now but memories covered in dust. Just a moment away...

Added 02 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 142 | 1 Comment

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