Dean Vandusen
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Mon, 11/23/2009 - 09:22.
I chose to have some fun with just a bit of Mis-characterization. Now my spell check hates me.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:42.
New Moon
She sat at the bar crying, she had not been there for long, I asked her … what is wrong?
She told me that tonight was her time of the moon, not to worry she would leave soon.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:27.
A Summer Flight of Fancy
She cared not how I dressed, how long my hair was, nor what I wore. She drew a line at heels, verboten, however trainers or deck shoes were ok. Dressing up was fine but slacks and shorts were more practical for our dates.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:03.
Two free spirits of the late 60s and early 70s. They met at
Caffe Lena in Saratoga Springs after a Three Dog night concert, and
recognized in each other the lost part of their own soul. That night they
drove out Highway 29 to Lake Desolation Road and headed uphill. On the
moonlight shore of the lake, the cooling air misting with tomorrow's fog,
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/14/2009 - 09:51.
What’s that Joe?
I said they’ve spotted him.
Are you sure that’s the right person? Looks like a little girl.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/14/2009 - 09:36.
Temporal Address withheld under restrictions of the temporal security code of 2025.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/14/2009 - 09:29.
Daddy! There's a monster under my bed!
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Tue, 07/22/2008 - 19:48.
You might not know my name but if you’re reading this, than it worked, maybe...
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Tue, 07/08/2008 - 21:01.
Choices, a conversation overheard by Dean Vandusen
It was a dark and stormy night
...no, no, no that’s no
way to start a story.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Thu, 05/22/2008 - 16:21.
Deer Departed
Five deer leap to their death off parking garage
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