About Survivor


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

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

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

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, Armisted 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
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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 17 Dec 2018 15:44

Larry, with the boss man gone south for a few days in the sun, do customers need to brew their own java? Not complaining, you understand, but cleaning up afterward might be a challenge. ;)

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The cleaning gets done in the same manner it does in an Awesome Bar I know of in another place. The brews that customers of this Coffee House appear with the help of each patron. Perhap the clientele does not speak of it but it gets done and we seem to be enjoying our coffee and tea along with other tempting drinks that sometimes are discovered by the folks here.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 17 Dec 2018 07:07

It's done. Final performance of The Nutcracker. I don't expect to do it next year. I'm tired.

The weather has been rather nice here. In the 50s during the day. Some people hoping for snow on Christmas.

I'm brewing my cuppa java now.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 15 Dec 2018 09:18

Good morning, Gill. I've probably had maybe ten bottles of wine in my whole life. Not a clue what is really good or not. Enjoy, folks.

Leaving for a matinee in an hour.

I'm having my third cuppa java, preparing myself to go out. It's still rather chilly.

Topic: This or That
Posted: 15 Dec 2018 08:18

Hand crocheted angel.

Hardwood floors or carpeting?

Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 14 Dec 2018 19:33


Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 14 Dec 2018 15:28

Still here, Cynthia?

It's a properly pleasant day. Bright and sunny.

The coffee has brewed and I'm having my first cuppa java while computer updates get installed.

Hi Larry! I'm checking in again. Definitely a hot drink needed for a cold night here!

Just now out the door for a Friday performance.

You sleep well, dear lady.

Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 14 Dec 2018 10:15


Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 14 Dec 2018 07:40


Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 14 Dec 2018 07:39


Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 14 Dec 2018 07:38

Still here, Cynthia?

It's a properly pleasant day. Bright and sunny.

The coffee has brewed and I'm having my first cuppa java while computer updates get installed.

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Stories Published By Survivor All Stories »

Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay

Last night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. Chomp. Chomp. Daddy's tiny dancer was playing Nutcracker. She plays that game with all of the cookies that she makes with Daddy's help. They bake cookies together. So much fun. Especially at Christmas time. The Nutcracker ballet comes. Tiny dancer is a ballerina. Dancing on pointe. Not really. Sigh.  Some day. "Little one, where...

Added 10 Dec 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 165 | 10 Comments

Our Time Will Not Run Out

The concept we invented  Within the human mind The passage of our lives Is Time for everyone  It seems that Time is warping  Keeps warping as we age It bends Contorts  To make us lose The fabric of our days The fabric  The material  From which our life is made Remembrance of the magic of traveling down new lanes New pathways  Explorations New vistas we have viewed Among them are...

Added 07 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 151 | 6 Comments

He Called You Darlin'

It's been so lonely, you are thinking, and this happens. These simple words make you hope, it might be. You always recognize your own hope appearing. "Hello darlin'." That's what he said. He's flirting, you consider. It startles you a little. It's been awhile. At least, since it wasn't someone that was overbearing, rude. Yes, you wonder, is this one going to be rude and mean. You don't...

Added 02 Dec 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 233 | 9 Comments

Night of Hot Knives

It started out as usual. Murphy announced the specials for the night.  "We got your appetizers. Two of 'em, as usual. Frijoles Charros which is just heirloom beans with some applewood smoked bacon. Push that. Chef got too much bacon this week. It's gotta be used. He stared at Jesse, expecting her to mouth off. Not this time. "So, going on, we got the other one. Ostiones Empanizados....

Added 23 Nov 2018 | Category Drama | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 259 | 7 Comments

Lonely Country Byways

Let's take a ride, little one, you think. Get in the car. We need to get out with our reflections rippling across the terrain, the vistas of the musing mind today. Today it's time to think.  As those thoughts have lived inside you for a lifetime, making your life less lonely, learning the landscape, living it along your highway to inevitable dissolubility. You knew a lot of people....

Added 14 Nov 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 233 | 10 Comments

The Revolutions Began

As time passed It could be truly dull and grating tediousness It was the same The same over and over again The world lived and was  Life lived and died It passed in deliberate inertia As did this simple race called human Until The warping of time truly began with the revolutions Of science Of method Of freedom Of vision Of industry All fused and warped until time could...

Added 09 Nov 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 228 | 7 Comments

Just A Glimpse

His picture is among a lot of images I store here on this site. His happy, furry face 'smiling' at me. One ear flipped up the way it often was. He was my Sparky boy. Just a glimpse is enough to make my eyes moist. What is it about the simple things that bring us such joy. The unquestioning love that our life-companions bring to us. Whether they are creatures with four legs or the actual...

Added 26 Oct 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 203 | 9 Comments

To Cherish Life

Would it be an easy choice? She didn't ask. We have no right to tell her what to do. She does what she is strong enough to do. Such a brilliant choice. To live. To live and be with those who love her. Those who will always admire her. And this, in the end, is all that matters. She lives and is cherished. As she cherishes life. The loss of a part won't diminish her in the least. ...

Added 24 Oct 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 226 | 10 Comments

Clam Beach County Park

Running at full tilt, all out, across the sandy shore for the very first time.  Unleashed and released and giving it all he has to complete the puppy race. The very first time will live in his canine heart and mind forever. Along that sandy, classic, ecstatic beach. The new memories are formed. New ones to add to the old. For when there are only memories that remain when one of us is gone....

Added 16 Oct 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 254 | 9 Comments

Recommended Read Interstate 420

There is no Interstate called Four Twenty, No one can tell me how to go there, now. No entry ramps, no exits one might see, But, still, I dream I'll get there, anyhow. The neon sign still glows so bright, my friend, The penguins manning toll gates ask two bits, Then lifting up the cross bar by its end They welcome in the artists and misfits. At every mileage marker on...

Added 24 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 22 | Avg Score 5 | Views 299 | 23 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Survivor


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 827 | 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 192 | 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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