Russian Roulette
Short Story She stood among the crowd of thousands of people in the Red Square. All were waiting for the countdown to mark the new year, a new millennium, but she was waiting...
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Fatherhood
Short Story I’m excited to be a dad. I’m excited to hear my wife is pregnant. To see her for the first time knowing we’ll be a full family soon. She and I will...
Lepidopteric* Encounters
Haibun We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the...
The Song of the Oak
Poem It was a long time ago in a world of mixed realities when I heard it for the first time. I saw the leaves move on the air blown and heard a song...
a Lunar Eclipse Unseen
Haibun Quarter to three in the morning. Clouds roll in — blocking the moon. I had set the alarm to wake me at eight minutes past three. My plan was to wake Frankie, so...
Buying His New Bicycle
Haibun Frankie leaves his bike by the Toys”R”Us customer service desk. Someone already put a sign on it: “bike exchange.” “Think of all the joy another boy as old as you were will get...
The Red Butterfly, Part Eighteen – Te Pareces A Tú Padre
Short Story Those words; He is your father. Was it betrayal? Even now, all of these years later, I cannot say that I felt betrayed. I did not thrash about, scream; throw a fit. Maybe...
What I Believe
Poem I believe what I see I trust in what I touch I find it easier seeing what’s in front of me I find truth in my inner eyes vision Born into a (Roman)...
Relocating the Gingerbread Man
Haibun It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house...
Hallowing Loss
Haibun A hornet struggles in the air, slow to fly off after a fruitless search under the deck table. Emerald leaves on a barren peach tree doomed to the saw tremble in the slightest...
For Closure
Short Story The fireworks went off every year about ten blocks away from our house. None of the neighborhood was too tall, so we could watch them from our windows. Dad said we couldn’t...
