A Dose of Big Mike – Part Four
Serial Story It was two o’clock in the morning. I was with Mike. We were drunk, very drunk, in the parking lot leaving the bar. I’d been buying the beers for months, and I...
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Where the F**k Is the Pizza?
Short Story I woke up abruptly gasping for breath. My heart raced as I tried to decide whether I was more frightened or confused. I decided I was unsure, stood up, and without...
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...
Robert’s 40th Birthday
Haibun Another red light. We hit nearly every one since leaving the house — late. Mom grimaces. I grind my teeth shut. Mira and Frankie sit quietly at ease. My brother’s 40th birthday pizza...
An Adage of Pizza Day
Poem When its late at night and all you hear is the wind rattling your window pane and a distant siren singing like a chihuahua at passersby, you might think loneliness is a...
