Gerald Plummer

Joined September 2022

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Stop The Bad Guys
My son, Evan was 4 years old. Wearing full cowboy attire. White hat, pearl handled cap gun. I asked him, “What are you going to do with all those guns?”
By Gerald Plummer4 months ago in Fiction
He's My Dad
Dear Dad, Now that I’m out here – rubbing elbows with movie stars’ kids. I can certainly understand why most of them have flipped their lids.
By Gerald Plummer5 months ago in Poets
Angel In Hell
ANGEL IN HELL When the cloud broke the poor little creature fell, Dropping through the heavens and right into hell.
By Gerald Plummer9 months ago in Poets
Boots
Boots I got the call from the boss on my walkie talkie. I thought, “What did I do now? Or maybe forgot to do.” If he calls, I’m usually in trouble. Being a foreman in a huge scrap yard keeps me busy. Having a boss who can somehow breathe down my neck from a quarter mile away in his air-conditioned office by just pushing a “talk” button keeps me stressed.
By Gerald Plummer12 months ago in 01