Dressed in silken wings
Flutters silently gliding
As fairies dance and sing
Yet forever hiding.

Four Seasons
Righteous Brothers
Beatles
Beach Boys
Rolling Stones

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Rubber band
Headband
Bandstand
Bandaid
Husband

Granted... but it's electric and you have to charge it every 30 feet.

I wish I could start over.

Granted... but you are signed up to sing and dance on tables in a biergarten.

I wish I owned an island.

Granted... but your book has been banned from shelves.

I wish I could read Anna's book.

Congratulations to the Top 3 for their victory and to all others for a fine competition.

Dance scene fro "Picnic"... William Holden and Kim Novak.

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Two dogs. A rabbit. Four cats. Two parakeets. Nine cedar boxes filled with the life’s ashes of our fur and feathered family for over the last 40+ years. We are down to just one now. Gimley the cat came to us some seven years ago. He was a feral cat who was surprisingly human-friendly. We fed and watered him but it was obvious he was the neighborhood cat that knew which families would give...

Added 27 Feb 2021 | Category Memoirs | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 68 | 6 Comments

Making wine from oysters A mop bucket stands unused While muffins burn in the oven Swingsets rust in the rain.   Yet carpet covers hardwood As the moon serenades toads Beyond the furthest galaxy Three-eyed gargoyles play checkers.   A Dodge is missing a wheel Whilst hummingbirds seek pollen and poo The wind knocks over a For Sale sign Sirens howl as dogs reply.   My heart...

Added 07 Feb 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 117 | 4 Comments

Cal Zone knew he was in trouble. His partner, Justin Case had been taken hostage by the biggest crime boss in the Midwest. Carmine (Itchy) Ricketts controlled all of the corruption in Trippen Falls, South Dakota. Cal sat in his favored 4-door, Canary yellow 1959 Chevy Impala, given to him by his father the day the FBI arrested and took him away for bigamy. Justin was not only his partner in...

Added 10 Oct 2020 | Category Humor | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 221 | 3 Comments

If you could see As far as you could see Would it look any different? Possibly.   If you could run As far as you could run Would you finally be there? Would you be done?   If you could hear Everything you wanted to hear Has it all been said? Not so, I fear.   If you could touch All you wanted to touch Would you be satisfied? Not so much.   If you could smell All there is...

Added 08 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 290 | 6 Comments

I have been here before Many times more A different face In a different place.   As each vessel dies Amidst loved one’s cries The spirit rises I return in guises.   Plato, Nero, Rembrandt and Bach Each return gives new paths to walk Embodied within A new life and new skin.   Creating a future from the past Lessons learned from knowledge amassed Life begets life endlessly driven...

Added 01 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 209 | 4 Comments

The worst word in golf. I know, it’s part of the etiquette of the game, but it’s the part we all hate to shout or hear. It’s one of those things in the arsenal of golf, like mulligans and do-overs and foot wedges. Once the dreaded “Fore!” has been uttered, golfers all over the course scramble for trees or wrap their arms around their heads and do the “ants-in-the-pants-dance” like they...

Added 24 Aug 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 274 | 7 Comments

I remember attic fans in the summer and radiators in the winter and if you backed into it trying to get warm, you burnt your ass. I remember linoleum floors. Stovetop percolators. Gas stoves you had to light with wooden matches. I remember glass bottles of milk with cardboard stoppers on the porch. Wall phones with 15-foot cords hanging in the kitchen. Screen doors with long springs...

Added 22 Aug 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 254 | 7 Comments

I am imperfect. Made of torn flesh and broken bones. Dreams crushed like stone to gravel and hope wasted on the likes of me.   Once an Alpha dog now relegated to solitaire howling. The younger man in the mirror looks back at the older man he now is and remembers the halcyon days of youth.   Aching muscles lift a decrepit body to bear armor one more day. For each day risen is...

Added 12 Aug 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 297 | 7 Comments

Ten years on the force and this was the case no one ever wants to get. I stared at her photo and imagined the life she must have lived. So young and beautiful. Now lost as I stepped around the stream of blood flowing as slow as a turtle into a red pool beneath her wrist. I wondered at the fathers and brothers and husbands and boyfriends who once loved her but now hated her for what she did....

Added 03 Aug 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 22 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 379 | 19 Comments

Sometimes, it’s just people you know. Remembering a face or a name. You wouldn’t call them a friend though. The connection just isn’t the same.   Sometimes, people surprise you. Closeness will develop over time. Family or friend, someone you knew. Maybe love, maybe not, or just liking is fine.   Sometimes, the people farthest away, Are the ones who hold you close. While others...

Added 13 Jul 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 295 | 7 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 556 | 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 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 627 | 3 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 587 | 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 724 | 8 Comments