Dan R Fowler

Joined December 2021

287 stories

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Dan R. Fowler. 71, writing is more than a hobby, it's a place for me to become anyone I choose to be, visit mystical scenes, or swim deep within my brain. e-book paperback, or audible. type dan r fowler on the search line. Amazon

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Nightly Visitor
A full moon's warm glowing fingers push their way into my room, Bringing with it echoes of sorrow and shadows of gloom.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
I Sit Alone
I Sit Alone I sit on my bench not far from life, Not far from the goings on of those who pass from sight. Alone now with my memories that seek to calm me,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Listening In the Rain. Top Story - December 2022.
Listening In the Rain Perhaps you’ve walked in the rain at some time, Standing long enough to wash off life’s grime.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Uncovering Life's Ruse
Uncovering Life’s Ruse It is to this portion of life that I surrender, When dreams and aspirations no long linger. With imaginary goals unreachable and waning from sight,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Reflections
Reflections I often stand before mirrors searching, For the younger man who in it could be lurking. Gone are the castles residing on pinnacles of success,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Through My Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Their meetings in the apartment building were the only part of the unknown world beyond the window that she'd seen. Being held captive by her parents and their unrealistic view of life tortured her from early morning and into the night.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Gifts
Winter’s Gifts Over the years and as long as I can remember, Winter’s gift of snow came in December. Winds would howl through the leafless trees,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
In My Inner Room
In My Inner Room Sitting by my window like I always do, I see a different world, a more disconcerting view. Rather than melancholy scenes one right after another,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Paper Boats
Paper Boats I often reminiscence of childhood’s rainy days, Wearing rubber boots, making paper boats with which we played.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
A Childhood Journey
A Childhood Journey In the backseat, I was seated with my brothers, We journeyed along with a blanket as a cover. Wrapped in warmth from head to our toes,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Grand and Glorious
Grand and Glorious This day, this time has been given to me, Let me make it all I’d want it to be. From the first shards of daybreak to evening’s good-bye,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Let's Go Camping
Going Camping Upon narrow roads, we plodded along, As I remember our adventures, the conversations now gone. The planning and direction we wanted to go,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets

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Nightly Visitor

I Sit Alone

Listening In the Rain. Top Story - December 2022.

Uncovering Life's Ruse

Reflections

Through My Window

Winter's Gifts

In My Inner Room

Paper Boats

A Childhood Journey

Grand and Glorious

Let's Go Camping

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