The Rosebush and The Brier – Part One
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...
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Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Nine – Gianna
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:16 PM. Gianna’s room. So that’s what I have to look forward to. … Alright. I’m done. 5:16 PM. End Recording. 5:30 PM. Gianna’s room. [sighs] Yup. Yup, yup,...
The Rosebush and The Brier – Part Two
Short Story The coals hissed as Bobbie threw handfuls of wet sand into the fire pit. “C’mon Williams, get your boots on; we’re heading out.” He popped up from his sleep, remembering the...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part One
Haibun October 29th I tremble starting the job. Ebony curtain rods are still in the original packaging. So are the wall anchors and screws. I had already lost myself to a fever-pitched rage over...
By Your Side
Poem Sitting here, it’s a late night with you You warned me of how you were feeling I don’t know why Trying to protect me from disappointment, expectation Even though it builds concern...
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Free-Form Poetry Ashy skin The pride of a hard worker The downfall of a dream On its way to the last bit of Sunshine it has before ending The day Kisses for the weak:...
After Survival
Truth resides in their universe – and canonical precedents. I’m with out. In mine, the gritty cut of obstinance – bitter, wakeful distrust poking hollows in murk. I walk a century of others –...
