Morning Prayer
Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs...
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Finish It!
Haibun I’m in fourth grade, and I don’t care that Literature is over. It’s a large picture storybook. Medieval, with dragons and castles and knights. I’m almost done, and I’m going to finish it....
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...
Making Pizza Again
Haibun The aroma of sautéed onions reaches the living room. My eyes fill with tears. She clears the onions, adds the freshly rolled baking dough to the pan. Enraptured by the scent, I fully...
Piercing Suns
Haibun The sun shines through a dusty screen and a fingerprint-smudged window. The dining room brightens as sunlight reflects off crystal candle holders and bleaches the American Drew dining room table. Years earlier, another...
A Winter Day Remembrance
Haibun Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This...
Snow Removal Irony
Haibun Another blizzard, another day off. I brush a half inch of water out of the garage before I start the snow-crusted Toro. The hum of the four-cycle motor fills the frigid air. The...
Open Meeting
Haibun Standing room only in the community room of a local church on a Friday night. A blonde in knee-high riding boots checks Facebook. The co-chair runs the business portion of the Open AA...
Alone In The Morning
Haibun Sensations. The gurgle of the coffee maker. The hum of the refrigerator. The banging of the pipes as the heat turns on. My reflection off the storm door. The grainy patterns of manufactured...
A Fraught Encounter
Haibun An overcast sky, with whirls of gray splattered over blue like spilt paint on a completed canvas. Trees struggle to bud. I open the trunk of my weather-stained Legacy when Ilana calls....
First Experience
Haibun The family room lights are off. Daylight streams through windows flanking the chimney. She and I sit on a plaid-upholstered couch in an awkward silence. We broke up last week over an...
Another Day Passes
Haibun The sky deepens from blue to violet. The last dull, orange line above the darkened Ramapo Mountains fades. A distant cloud carries a hint of it along. Twilight comes. It’s Friday. The...
