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Hello Rose. Welcome to Mayberry, RFD.

I think archeology would have been an interesting career. Traveling to different parts of the world and finding mysteries to be solved.

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Caribean cruise.. on your boat

swimsuits or nothing

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She makes her friends better. In every way.

Why is it that when you order items to be delivered from your local lumber yard for a home project, the missing item is always the one you needed most to do the project. Does anyone else think that porch pirates work in conjunction with certain drivers of package delivery services? Why is it that when the instructions say “No Tools Required”, you always need tools? Do you ever wonder why...

Added 08 May 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 253 | 4 Comments

I hate this kinda crap. There’s nothing worse than when someone you care for dies and everyone stands around crying and the over-hyped lamentations begin. Somehow, whatever faults and shortcomings they had have now been replaced by qualities of sainthood. I always try to stand at the back at these sort of things. Rolling my eyes is a private thing and rightly so. I’m not a complete jerk....

Added 12 Mar 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 447 | 4 Comments

Red Dot. Always a red dot. Fortunes crossed by the fate of a given moment. There was no escape for either of them. Both had a job to do, But only one would pull the trigger....

Added 11 Mar 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 403 | 5 Comments

It wasn’t that long ago A few years or so When mane of hair was thick and long And sparrows bowed to the peacock’s song.   The years slipped by but not the reign Skills and endowments still remain Impetuous youth replaced by grace No longer willing to run the race.   A mislead journey from here to there There turned out to be anywhere Leading the way with each tread All the...

Added 10 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 349 | 4 Comments

Relentless. The undergrowth of beginning. The endless overgrowth without a finale. Twining and vining imperceptively, Yet, interlocking in a stranglehold for life. Creating its own atmosphere in a limitless terrarium. Providing sustenance while feeding upon itself. Nature in consort with planetary purpose. Adapting to each assault. Flexing but not breaking. Surviving even...

Added 02 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 200 | 8 Comments

As I leaned back against the bar, the crowd hushed as she walked out into the light. Finally, she spoke. “Hi. I’m Linda Ronstadt.” The crowd stood and applauded. Her smile glowing as she gazed back into the audience. Then, they sat down, leaving only me standing in the back of the room. For only the briefest moment, our eyes caught and held. It was all I needed. I turned and walked to...

Added 27 Jan 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 508 | 12 Comments

Do ghosts feel lonely? Everybody knows by now that all of the Toys R Us outlets have been closed. The Toys R Us in Sunnyvale, CA was and still is haunted. The occurrences in this outlet have been well documented and even had a live TV ghost hunt for the nation to watch. Amazingly, the cameras actually filmed a shadow of a man leaning against the shelves watching the ghost hunters do...

Added 16 Jan 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 364 | 8 Comments

My life began in decades passed Nearly seven if I’m not mistaken My head was bowed and my eyes downcast My future I thought forsaken   My crying eyes ran out of tears Fists clenched in open defiance No longer would I be controlled by my fears It was up to my own self-reliance   Changes made came without tribute Nor did I lay claim to rewards As years flew by I became more astute...

Added 01 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 310 | 6 Comments

Christmas is over Hip-hip-hooray! Now burn down the tree Put the wrappings away!   Now everyone get outta my home You ate all my food and drank all my booze I try and be nice, it’s not easy for me And now I’m a bomb with a very short fuse   The house is a mess with scraps all over The same ol’ tie and the same ol’ cologne We could skip this day if it was up to me Now it’s time...

Added 26 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 342 | 10 Comments

I’ve been read, once or twice. A few more times would be quite nice. How dare my work go ignored. Or even hinted that you were bored.   My poems reek of reason and rhyme To not read them is just a crime. Tap, tap, tap, I type my words of wit. All for naught, because no one reads it.   Stories abound inside my head, But they just lay there stone cold dead. I give them life and...

Added 20 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 340 | 8 Comments

Come with me, my love. Your flower awaits. Let's wander In the anther and frolic In the sea of pollen. The time is fertile To taste the nectar Where the bees Collect the pollen Savoring the nectar That becomes the honey Stored in the honeycomb of the heart For the cold winds of winter....

Added 02 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 203 | 5 Comments

Forgive me, Obituarius, Oh, dark knight. With pen in hand of ignominy In my garret, Sacrosanct sans scrote. A darkness at the end of my inkwell Scripts a nebulous gauzy world of ghost Amidst quotes from the vicar of the undead. The mind of nomads with Byzantine wings Leave footprints in the sand As cold winds blow across Medina, With pen in hand of ignominy.      ...

Added 22 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 332 | 5 Comments

Up the lattice and down the stairs my Scarlet awaits midnight kisses, as she sleeps beneath satin sheets, until waking to an eternal dusk.   I Vampire, Lord willing me my thirst, in shadow of the pale moonlight as an ensemble of cellos bow, strings of resin snow.   Touching your warm breasts with my lips of cold magenta, a frozen December, my love, as your eyes fear not me.   Come fly with...

Added 09 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 280 | 7 Comments

I wake I walk I dream I hurt I eat Alone. Friends talk. Watching my shuffle. Counting the days, Till my fog lifts. Heart bleeds anew. As I shuffle alone. I wake. I eat. Still alone.    ...

Added 22 Jan 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 350 | 8 Comments