About Wordpusher715

Biography

I never know what to say. I live, I love, I perform, and I lament. Is there more than this?

Name:
Wordpusher715
Sex:
Male 
Age:
67
Sign:
Libra
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Near Mipple City, Wisconsin, United States
Local Time:
14 Nov 2018 22:57
Interests:
I am transitioning. My previous interests are past and new ones haven't been found.
Favorite Books:
Personal journey stories.
Favorite Authors:
I rarely read the same author twice.
Favorite Movies:
Diane Lane (sigh) (heavy sigh) (Rinse. Repeat)
Favourite TV Shows:
None.I am culturally illiterate and my kids make fun of me.

Statistics

Date Joined:
19 May 2018
Last Visit:
14 Nov 2018
Page Viewed:
584 times
Friends:
13
Followers:
6
Days in Chat:
0
Days on Site:
30+
Forum Posts:
10
Stories:
36
Badges:
6

Latest Forum Posts More forum posts »

Topic: How Much of Your Own Work Do You REALLY Like?
Posted: 11 Nov 2018 09:27

I like everything I've completed. Unfortunately, I post before finishing it. I need a two-week waiting period.

Topic: Updating badges to reflect reality
Posted: 08 Nov 2018 15:20

"There are two things people want more than sex and money: recognition and praise."
--Mary Kay Ash, Founder of Mary Kay Cosmetics

"Recognition is not a scarce resource. You can't use it up or run out of it."
--Susan M. Heathfield, About.com Human Resources Expert

"Don't worry when you are not recognized, but strive to be worthy of recognition." Abraham Lincoln

From the perspective of a newcomer, thank you for the badges that tell me how much I've done. I don't count things very well.

I value the praise of a Recommended Read more than badges because it is recognition from my superpeers of the quality of work. The talent here is awesome! I walk with giants here and not everyone can have that experience in their life. I would like to be a giant...someday.

The lack of scoring on my other work keeps me humble and reminds me to do better. I have plenty of reminders, too!

So all of this is to say Thank You! This site has value to me.


Topic: Use One Word to Describe How You're Feeling
Posted: 25 Oct 2018 13:20

Out-of-the-loop<img src="/images/emoticons/dontknow.gif" alt="dontknow">

Topic: The Importance of Judicial Pruning of one’s Personal Catalogue of Stories
Posted: 14 Oct 2018 05:10

I understand the pruning aspect. I haven't done it yet but will likely remove or revise some of the early items. There are ghosts of thoughts in the first crafting that I see but others don't. When read later, the ghosts are not there and I suddenly realize the connections and expressions that were once so vivid are now disconnected or vague. Many times I simply hit Publish too soon. I should be more disciplined about it but the joy of creation exceeds the joy of excellence in my case. Color me premature.

Topic: Winners of the Stories Space Dirty Martini 420 Competition
Posted: 13 Oct 2018 05:39

Congratulations to everyone! Excellent entries and winners.<img src="/images/emoticons/toast.gif" alt="toast">

Topic: Today, I am grateful for
Posted: 30 Sep 2018 04:47

I am grateful for CurvyGalore poking me at ~6:30 in the morning. Waking up with her is the highlight of my new day so far.<img src="/images/emoticons/hello2.gif" alt="hello1">

Topic: Announcing the Stories Space Dirty Martini 420 Contest!
Posted: 20 Sep 2018 19:44

<img src="/images/emoticons/3601.gif" alt="3601"> I'm intrigued. I'll need to think a bit to connect those dots in a single piece.

Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 15 Aug 2018 10:58

Tropical Wisconsin<img src="/images/emoticons/hello.gif" alt="hello2">

Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 22 Jun 2018 04:08

Soil -Lion

Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 06 Jun 2018 20:23

LEAF- Feel

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In which I transition

The transition is almost complete. I can feel it. Soon I'll be adjusted to my new age. It's been a difficult three years. I fought against it. A good fight; but I've run out of weapons. I'm adjusting quickly to the occupying forces. Of elderly forces. Of lesser capacity and capabilities. Of accepting the fact that there are more memories in my past than are possible for me to create in...

Added 09 Nov 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 81 | 5 Comments

Of Compliments and Women

In an earlier life, a woman once remarked to me that it was good to meet a man who was proud enough of his name to write it so others could read it. I don’t know if she was flirting or not but, as you can see, I remember her telling me this. Last Friday while being introduced to a woman, she shook my hand more firmly than I anticipated. Then she held my hand with both of hers and said, "Oh,...

Added 07 Nov 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 109 | 3 Comments

The Life and Times of Shyloh Sinclair

The line at the funeral parlor led out the front door, around the side, and down the street for three blocks and was composed primarily of men who had come to pay their respects. The civilian men wore a white shirt, dark jacket, dark pants, and a white name tag that read either First or Last . The military and ex-military wore their uniforms; they honored Shyloh with the same white name...

Added 27 Oct 2018 | Category General | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 147 | 4 Comments

Grandpa's Birthday Wish

“What did you wish for, Grandpa?” Grandpa peered over his glasses. It was his sixty-seventh birthday. No adult asked him when he blew out the candles. Young Tommy did. The room went silent. Perhaps they wanted to know but were reluctant to ask. “I wished for a big kiss from Emily MacArthur next door. The kind that reminds me of my male biology. The kind I gave her last year on...

Added 24 Oct 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 96 | 6 Comments

Ghosts in the Bedroom

I lie face-up to feel the coolness of the room touch my skin; much as a lover’s hand might do. There’s a whisper of an air current that walks its fingertips of a breeze down my chest and across my nipple until it teases hairs on my manhood. The fingertips reach the tops of my thighs before the feeling dissipates. There is a presence on my skin and then there isn’t; a sense memory that comes...

Added 20 Oct 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 128 | 5 Comments

There Are No Crows in the Walnut Field

  As sunshine falls on lawn freshly mowed, As a black-winged cacophony flows, In single file, turkeys run wild.   As black bears sniff in wood never yield, As cockleburs and thorns become shield, In single file, nut trees compile.   Sunbeams pierce a walnut canopy, Hammocks swing, a call for entropy, In single file, ants are reviled.   Cawing crows strut across a lawn, A...

Added 09 Oct 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 153 | 2 Comments

My Waterman Roller Ball

Sometimes one hesitates to tell a personal story because it exposes the authenticity of a person. If you’re a member of my family, or a colleague of mine, you’ve heard me tell parts of this story in person. You’ll know my secret identity when you read this and you’ll hold secrets to my other stories that my pseudonym disguises. And I will not know who you are and that’s unsettling to me....

Added 07 Oct 2018 | Category Memoirs | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 133 | 8 Comments

Recommended Read Of a Toke and a Time

I lit the J between my lips and sucked its smoke deep into my fifty-year-old lungs. I held my breath and let it coat me inside. I sucked in more air to expand them further; to expose more tissue to the smoke. The deep recesses expand and then extract what they can before I blow the cleansed smoke out my nose. I never let my weed simply leave my mouth. No sense letting good shit escape into...

Added 30 Sep 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 18 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 240 | 18 Comments

The Monkey Forum

A hundred little monkeys are jumping on the bed, One shouts Sexist, thumps another on the head. A third little monkey who was jumping on the bed Pointed out the inaccuracy of what the first one said. A fourth little monkey said the third one was wrong. The fifth little monkey cried, “Why can’t we get along?” The sixth little monkey quoted Maya Angelou And the seventh little monkey...

Added 29 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 178 | 5 Comments

Practice Dating

After I obtained my driver license, my father and mother independently counseled me about sex. The talks were embarrassing but when done, they both had let me know their expectations about teenage sexual behaviors. Later, when I compared myself with other kids, I was glad I had my parents. The other kids had no freedoms and no boundaries. I had both. The other kids were confused about what...

Added 06 Sep 2018 | Category General | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 170 | 8 Comments

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