The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter VI
Serial Fiction In which Boris begs the Butcher The Butcher smiled. Within the dank recess of his meat emporium’s killing room, pacing on a blood-stained and soon to be blood-soaked floor, he cradled a...
Serial Fiction In which Boris begs the Butcher The Butcher smiled. Within the dank recess of his meat emporium’s killing room, pacing on a blood-stained and soon to be blood-soaked floor, he cradled a...
Poem Everything looks gigantically for your sake little man freedom does that to you how long till you can see it all you ask the sunrise brings it all empty homes broken doors...
Poem I lie with my ear to the ground: Below I can hear the whisperings, The scratchings, the rustles, Of insects with wings like scraps of lace, Can hear the trees roots drinking...
Haibun Poem August 24th The best part of the watermelon walk? Eating seeded watermelons under the Adventure Rangers Meeting tent after it ends. excited girl’s young cupped hands hold A trembling frog Mid-afternoon,...
Haibun August 23rd We ascend Stowe Pinnacle, eat lunch, snap photos and gaze at the valley below. I mind my steps descending the trail. It leveled off; I let my focus wonder just...
Haibun August 22nd Sterling Pond, blue water rippling. Madonna rises behind it, a mother holding a bowl on her lap. All the short breaths and hard sweats on the steps of the Sterling...
Haibun Poetry It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch...
Serial Short Fiction The elevator doors slide open, more quickly than I thought. Stepping into the lobby, I go cold. A sleepy receptionist is sitting behind a desk next to the entrance. There’s...