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Dreamcatcher
Over 90 days ago
0 miles · California

About

I came to the blue site and sister site in 2009. I was more active early on but got distracted by life in general. I am retired now and have more time on my hands so it is my intention to energize my mojo and try writing again.

I have a short but amazing list of friends and I am grateful for their kindness to an old man. Hopefully, they won't mind me stalking them now and then for ideas.

Interests
Ghost hunting.. Bigfoot hunting.. Paranormal/Cryptid events.. Poker.. Antiques.. Golf..

Favorite Books
Highlites with my grandson..

Favorite Authors
Stories Space authors

Favorite Movies
Picnic.. Good, Bad, the Ugly.. The Rock.. The Last Samurai.. Black Rain.. Shane...

Favorite TV Shows
Major Crimes.. NCIS.. Elementary.. Grimm.. Oak Island Mystery.. Search for Bigfoot.. Ghost Hunters.. Ghost Adventures.. Walking Dead.. Ray Donovan.. Animal Kingdom...

Favorite Music
Classic oldies.. 50's-60's-70's..
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One Last Time

The loss of loved ones

I wish I could remember every moment of growing up. The laughter. The tears. One last time. I want to see the glow of my wife’s face in the setting sun. One last time. I crave to feel the warmth of her body curled against mine. One last time. I wish I could go back in time and watch my daughter grow into such a beautiful person. One last time. I want to relive holding her in my arms at the hospital to taking her in my arm...

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Impossible

Hopeless dreams

Imagine, If you can. A place where you can hide. Safety in anonymity, Rather than, Reveal yourself where you reside. Peace, Sought yet rarely found. Comes in the smallest doses. Like cat’s feet in grass, It comes with nary a sound. Just a click of the door as it closes. Dream, Be it night or day. Details are ever so rare. Sound asleep or wide awake, Failure will always find a way, To turn every dream into a nightmare.

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Seecret

A boy's secret

Edward sat at the head of the table gazing at the Christmas feast before him. A succulent roast turkey with cornbread stuffing. A basin of mashed potatoes just to the left of his grandmother’s antique tureen of gravy. Fruits and vegetables spread gloriously around the table. It was another wonderful year. The Christmas tree in the corner with a deluge of brightly wrapped packages set a joyful atmosphere, alongside the fir...

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