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On My Niece’s Birthday, 2013

Haibun An overcast sky. The smallest bands of differentiated clouds make up the mass that floats in a surprisingly cool breeze. Rain may fall any moment. A far cry from my niece’s birthday party...

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What I Think About in the Football Stands

Poem   There’s something treasured in watching someone you love From the distance, as though to acknowledge That had you made a few different turns along the way that You wouldn’t know them at...

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Aperture

There is a steel door, it’s heavy, requires my feet firmly planted, body shifted, I must tug with my biceps, abdominals, squinted eyes, clamp my jaw. With all that force it may budge, open...

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Iron Filing Soup

My wife eats ruined pasta and it doesn’t matter. Tonight it’s Capellini with tomato sauce and a towel flambé. Here’s the recipe: First, you’re gonna want to switch on the kettle. While it boils...

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Citizen Of The World

Life Poem The egg has hatched. A tiny beak reveals itself to the tray of the sun and runs back in. It is scared of the unknown sounds, buzzing of the world, caressing of...

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Gothicarus: Part VII – Advent

Serial Poem His first appearance was most sinister. (To so deceive a child was monstrous.) He gained her love and gained her trust, and she, Unaware of danger, defenseless, Lost herself. Yet blinded, she...

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Recall The Future

Life Poem Day after day I get closer to the end. Got nothing else to say, silence is my name, the future is my past. I’ve seen it all last: Love and Hate, Family...

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What We Really Are

Short Fiction Being blind isn’t easy. Sure, I have my cane so I don’t bump into walls, and I have a dog that tells me when it’s not safe to cross the road. That...

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Embrace It

Poem Singing alone in an empty stairway You feel brave enough to kiss the freeway Your cement box collapsing Your heart unwrapping Thrown into the noise Standing reverent and poised You cut what’s not...

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A Hornet’s Burden

Haibun A hornet carries a pale-green insect — an aphid or grasshopper — and tries to ascend. It can’t fly above the tabletop. Frankie, seated on my lap, holds his breath as it hovers...