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I'm a sixty-two year old man from California. I live a fairly reclusive life on fifty acres covered with tall fir, pine and tan oak. (My kids say I'm a hermit) My place is at the edge of the Mendocino National Forest. (900,000+ acres) The nearest town (Pop. 6000) is six miles away on a narrow winding two lane road. Been married a couple of times and now I live with my wonderful wife of twenty-six years, my dog Bernard and two female cats, Bob and Squirt. I have eight children, five girls and three boys ranging in age from 26 to 46. When I'm not writing I'm working around the place. I'm a retired plumber and I hold a third degree black belt in Kajukenbo, kenpo karate.
I like all kinds of music, but hard rock is my fav.
Bands: Zeplin, Alman Bros., Hendrix, Steely Dan, Dylan, Eagles.
Started writing when I retired about four years ago and I'm still looking for my niche. Just started trying to write poetry this year. (2009)

My Stories

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  • The Dark Under The Trees Ch.38
    Cars moved leisurely up and down Main Street in Ridgeview. The shops that lined the thoroughfare were open for business and pedestrians ambled past the Sheriff’s Office. There were only a curious few that gave the plywood-cov
    1100 words, 2 comments, November 16
  • The Dark Under The Trees Ch. 37
    By midmorning the sun was well above the rugged, jutting peaks that comprised the eastern heights of Kimberly Ridge and flooded Crow Canyon
    1100 words, 2 comments, November 13
  • The Dark Under The Trees Ch.36
    The tunnel was rough hewn, as if the Manoids, who inhabited the black holes that dotted its length, had clawed it out of the bowels of the
    1200 words, 4 comments, November 3
  • The Dark Under The Trees Ch.35
    The brush on the northwest side of Butler Creek was thick among the trees, grouped in small copses. The scent of aromatic bay trees filled
    1600 words, 8 comments, October 29

My Poetry

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  • Sweet November
    “By the People, for the people, justice for all,
    trust me to uphold this sacred creed,
    <100 words, 3 comments, June 8
  • Prelude Of Tears
    <100 words, 12 comments, May 19. In Abuse, Adult
  • Dirty Hands
    This dirt upon my hands will never wash away,
    so here it must remain for my lifetime and a day.
    <100 words, 6 comments, May 7

My other items

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Guest Book

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  • Marta on August 15
    Thanks for reading and commenting on my story, I am here to read yours today.
  • Tiger-Lily on July 20
    Hey. Thought I'd drop you a "hey there".

    - HT
  • PixieDrug on June 5
    hello back! I hope yuo're well and shall have a browse of you're lastest stuff while I find myself on your page
  • gerifitzsimmons on May 27
    Morning Steve just popped over here to refresh my memory .

    Apparently you’ve learned to exist in the same atmosphere kids, pets, and wide-open spaces (I prefer big cities ) that I’m doomed to at present .

    Now that we located each other on this site, between us maybe we can cure some of the apathy that infects our groups at times .

    Geri

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