by R.D.Wylder | May 26, 2014 | Stories
Red Velour was sitting impatiently in Chief Shufflebottom’s office, wondering what sort of trouble she could have possibly gotten herself into now. Well there was that little incident with the Mayor’s daughter but, in her defense, she hadn’t even been in the room at...
by R.D.Wylder | May 25, 2014 | Thoughts
Let me start off by saying that I haven’t been 100% won over by personality tests. I don’t think that the entire human population can be neatly fit into distinct categories. However, I do believe it’s possible that people can be born with a set of innate qualities...
by R.D.Wylder | May 18, 2014 | Poetry
I wear my heart on my sleeve.Sometimes I wish I could excise it with the sharpest of knives.I don’t want you to see it.I don’t want you to learn its secrets.I’ve been called a closed book,But only by those who have never learned how to turn the pages.I don’t want you...
by R.D.Wylder | May 11, 2014 | Thoughts
I just heard a collective groan and I know what you’re thinking. This is going to be another case of sour grapes. For your information, I happen to know that those grapes are pretty darned sweet. At other points in my life I’ve enjoyed the hell out of those grapes....
by R.D.Wylder | Oct 25, 2013 | Poetry
Some people have expressed curiosity about the first poem I ever wrote. If I remember correctly, I was around 15 years of age. I could be a little off about that. It was a lifetime ago after all. I was withdrawn and had great difficulty expressing my feelings to...
