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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. 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 27 to 47. 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.
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.40
    The old quarry had been built on a wide, gravel-covered pediment above a gentle bend in Butler Creek. The long abandoned works had deterior
    1100 words, 1 comment, February 6
  • The Dark Under The Trees Ch.39
    Jimmy Green teetered between happiness at seeing a face he recognized, and concern for his friends that had been with Olav. The big Manoid seemed to sense his feelings and smiled.1
    1400 words, February 6
  • 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 new door an
    1100 words, February 6
  • The Dark Under The Trees Ch.37
    By mid-morning the sun was well above the rugged, jutting peaks that comprised the eastern heights of Kimberly Ridge and flooded Crow Canyon with its white-hot light. The very air smelled singed and heat shimmers rose from th
    1100 words, February 6

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, 5 comments, June 8, 2009
  • Prelude Of Tears
    <100 words, 12 comments, May 19, 2009. 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, 2009

My other items

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Guest Book

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  • SageSyren on December 23, 2009
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  • Andy Stephenson : Happy Holidays, Steve! on December 17, 2009
    Thanks so much for helping us with our novel!

    I hope you have a super Christmas!

    Andy

  • Marta. on August 15, 2009
    Thanks for reading and commenting on my story, I am here to read yours today.
  • Tiger-Lily on July 20, 2009
    Hey. Thought I'd drop you a "hey there".

    - HT

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