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My Flower and Me

Poem   From your view, the flower dies For it will live in me As it gives to me, life From our view, we dream deep. We sit here far from death We await...

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Tripping With Dad – Part One

Serial Fiction In the bathroom of the hotel lobby I stared past the finger-smudges and backsplash at my frowning reflection. I’d done my hair three times already; once in the room and twice in...

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Back In Time

Poem Back in the days when the summers were hotter, and the skies were bluer, and the faces were younger. Back in the days when my home was the Cosmos and my garden was...

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You Built Me

Poem I’ve been busy I’m so sorry It’s still the same I’m glad you came Did you know There’s something new Had to grow I thought of you You built me You built me...

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Ironic Contrasts

Haibun The sun teases us all. A shower of fiery light promises warmth before rain-filled cumulus eclipse it. A spatter of cold drizzle falls. Then stops. A breeze reminiscent of the record-setting bygone winter...

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Whisper My Name

Poem   This white-hot cold Drips down my ribs; Ice that burns like fire. Even the rain cannot cool or fade The red scars from my back. The wood of the table leg Is...

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Death of a Voyeur

Poem Collection   i. Voyeur Tongue in cheek white as snow melted, liquid stream running in silence, running and cunning cunningly running and knowing, tongue knows cheek knows boundaries, nose knows no boundaries, vision...

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The Cube

Poem There is a cube on the floor made of all the metals you can think of strong standing still against the weather almost proud of a lifetime of battles won with stubbornness there...

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Another March 23rd

Haibun   Sink into a chair. So tired. Body, weeping aches instead of tears. Meanwhile, Mom copes with Granny’s birthday. Alone. Again. receding snow her occasional cough from downstairs   more by FRANK J....

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Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Five

Fantasy “Would you like to know the secret?” Little Thing nodded. “If you can survive submerging yourself in this spring I will tell you and then I will make love to you.” The human...

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On Change

Poem   One can never be sure when the metamorphosis has ended Only acknowledge when the other, once like you, has flown away How the change happened, one can’t be sure The private process...