About Survivor


My avatar is not me.

Friendship is important to me. I'm loyal to friends and family. I accept (almost) all friend requests.

I served as a petty officer in the Navy. I served as a staff sergeant in the Army National Guard.

Writing is a passion of mine. As is the theater.

My username reflects the fact that I have been battling various forms and types of cancer since 28th Feb. 2015. I'm still here. I will survive.

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bajo un árbol de álamo, Kansas, United States
Writing, traveling, the theatre
Favorite Books:
Pride and Prejudice, Roughing It, U.S.A., The Gate to Women's Country, The Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks, Tales of the City, The Sand Pebbles
Favorite Authors:
Jane Austen, Mark Twain, John Dos Passos, John Hersey, Albert Camus, Sheri S. Tepper, James Tiptree, Jr., Raymond Chandler, Rex Stout, Donald Harington, Armistead Maupin, Richard McKenna
Favorite Movies:
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, April Fools, Oh What a Lovely War, Platoon
Favourite TV Shows:
Elementary, The Big Bang Theory, Masterchef, Corner Gas, Hell's Kitchen
Favorite Music:
Virtually all Baroque; Bach, Vivaldi, Telemann. Adult Alternative Rock, Pink Floyd, Leonard Cohen, Soul Asylum, Florence + the Machine, Mumford and Sons, fun., Duffy


Date Joined:
21 Dec 2012
Last Visit:
24 Apr 2019
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Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 24 Apr 2019 19:11


Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 24 Apr 2019 14:47

Power tools can be so incredibly dangerous. I'm so happy it was not worse, Anna.

Ending the day having returned from our excursion into the prairie. I'm having one last cuppa java for todayl

Cheers, all. <img src="/images/emoticons/icon_flower.gif" alt="flower">

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 24 Apr 2019 07:32

Good morning, all.

We are off to the Tall Grass Prairie National Preserve today. We're going to see some buffalo. And some gorgeous vistas.

I'll have a cuppa java before we leave. <img src="/images/emoticons/icon_flower.gif" alt="flower">

Topic: What Are You Celebrating Now?
Posted: 22 Apr 2019 15:21

Today is Earth Day


Topic: What music are you listening to?
Posted: 21 Apr 2019 14:06


Topic: What Are You Celebrating Now?
Posted: 21 Apr 2019 14:05

Today is the 92nd birthday of the Queen of England, Elizabeth II.

Topic: Shall We Dance? - Movement around the world
Posted: 21 Apr 2019 14:01


Topic: Windows - Looking into or out of them.
Posted: 21 Apr 2019 13:59


Topic: Black and White Photos
Posted: 21 Apr 2019 13:55


Topic: Getting a 404 Error Code When Accessing 2nd page of Favorite Stories
Posted: 19 Apr 2019 16:22

It's been happening for a while but I simply didn't get around to sending a message. I've noticed when I try to access the 2nd page of favoite stories that a member has on their profile, or on my own profile page, that I receive an error page. It is a 404 - File or directory not found. It would be nice to have that corrected if we could.

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Stories Published By Survivor All Stories »

Seductive Weaponry

Sitting in city squares in a time of springlike air filled with fragrant alluring pastimes our worlds mellowed conjoined  in friendship so melodic One saw the seductive weaponry that she had acquired in life saw the unobtrusive crossing of lithesome legs tentative touch of graceful fingers on the arm coy tilts of a flippant head casually tossed tresses unfurled  One watched it both...

Added 23 Apr 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 40 | 3 Comments

The Crawlspaces of Life

There're crawly things down there. Damp and dusty and moldy. Has to be done. Maybe a drain needs to be snaked out. Costs a lot. Maybe you're the only one can crawl through. Someone has to do it. Once, long ago, your dad was too old and you did the job. The last time you were older than your dad had been. But, still, you're doing the work. Doing dirty jobs that need to be done. ...

Added 19 Apr 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 106 | 8 Comments

Grandma In Our Eyes

Grandma passed over on International Women's Day. Rather appropriate. The date is set aside for celebrating the lives of women such as she. Strong, enduring, essential. Sometimes forgotten, unknown. Once upon a time, she would promenade along the Galveston seawall, pushing a pram with grandchild royalty bouncing inside. Getting sea breezes coming into the bay. Fulfilling duties willingly. ...

Added 10 Mar 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 325 | 10 Comments

May We Share

They were on their way home to their brownstone in the Lower East Side. Walking together in the chill, abundant, evening air while wet fluffy flakes fell. She stopped, turned, and smiled up at him with nostalgic eyes. "What is it?" Droplets of precipitation stuck to the umbrella he had in his hand. Holding it up and over the two of them. Sniffing the clean refreshed air he head tilted at...

Added 08 Mar 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 345 | 8 Comments

And Really All They Wanted

So tired as you approach the very end You roam inside with gentle wondering. Consider if you really want it all. To do it one more time, or even more. To do romantic things that fill your days, To love the ones you loved, and love some more To cry and kiss and kiss and cry with joy, To stumble and to fall, but rise anew. To whistle as you walk along your way, To gladly talk and laugh...

Added 07 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 310 | 8 Comments

Temperate Rainforest of Emotions

Joined, once upon a time.  Innocent young lovers blending themselves. Joined together within the primeval femininity that they shared. There in the understory of emerald green sensibilities. The bosom of heaving, weaving, leafy, tender grown emotions. Are those sensations still there. Those dark, humid, steaming passions and sentiments they shared. Do they still, up to the upmost, down...

Added 01 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 154 | 7 Comments

A Game of Life

Life is a special game. Sometimes it's fun, like playing jacks or marbles. You had a talent for some competed on the sandy school playground. Some more than others. Such as tetherball and hopscotch. She walked towards you along a street during freshman orientation. On the sidewalk was a hopscotch court. You tossed the keychain from your pocket to a square, hopped on one foot,...

Added 15 Feb 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 358 | 6 Comments

The Chambers of Your Heart

May it resonate within When I touch your trembling skin, Echo deep inside the chambers of your heart; Deep within the giggly chambers of your heart. Like a schoolgirl you may clap When I hold you in my lap, Hear my singing spreading rapture in your heart;  Deep within the frisky chambers of your heart. As your lover have no fear That I'll keep you ever dear, I will whisper in your...

Added 09 Feb 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.78 | Views 520 | 5 Comments

Crossing the Bridge to the Past

"I sometimes think it would have been a better life if I'd stayed in the Navy." A slight pause then she echoed my wish. "Yes. We would have met differently and stuff. But we would have had a great life. I've thought of it as well. We didn't have children. Would have been lots of fun. Traveling around the world. I've daydreamed about it, too." Her vision of living another lifetime. Her...

Added 08 Feb 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 441 | 7 Comments

Drip, Drip, Dripping Away

It's not the dripping that I hear, it's just the moaning in her sleep, resting here beside me. The faucet often awakens me as well. My sleepless nights we spend together as she restively walks in mysterious dreams unknown to me. And I hear the dripping, knowing it must be fixed, but how do I repair all of the broken things in our life. All the things I have to remember. The things she...

Added 02 Feb 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 735 | 11 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Survivor

The Wall

My closed fists keep banging on the wall. My lungs hurt so much from losing air. It's becoming hard to breathe. I never stop pounding even as I can see blood flow out from my bruised hands. My mind is in a panic and the fear starts to creep up through my whole body because I don't know how to swim and the wall is giving me no respite so I can get my breath. I have begun to feel weak...

Added 04 Feb 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 842 | 6 Comments


Strong heart is beating in a harmony, Each movement set angelically with pride.   So subtle that it matches musically, To center stage exquisite form does glide On pointe, on tiptoe, swaying with the tune The wind caresses, gently singing free. So calm her soul, like summer days in June But every step is like a storm tossed sea Behind sweet lips and eyes, typhoons may hide, With calmness...

Added 16 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 898 | 8 Comments

The Bluebirds In My Heart

  “There’s a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out, But I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going To let anyone see You” Charles Bukowski     When loneliness became a part of me In such a way that others could not see. My heart forgot to feel, it hurt so much, And locked itself up tight against a touch.   The bluebirds came to...

Added 15 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 243 | 5 Comments

eBooks Published By Survivor

Tastes Bitter, Tastes Sweet
Tastes Bitter, Tastes Sweet

Meet a new poet in this edition. Find various forms of poetry, including sonnets, haikus, traditional verse, blank verse and abecedarian. You will discover love poems, poetry about life and death, and...

Coffee For Me, Tea For You
Coffee For Me, Tea For You

A collection of diverse short fiction. It includes micro fiction, flash fiction, mysteries, science fiction, and general fiction. The author has spent his life around computers and is now using his personal computer to create varied styles of fiction for the reading public's...

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