Animal Dilemmas – Oyster Vervet
Short Story The Vervet was cursing fate for setting it on this lonely trajectory that could lead to nothing good. The more fermented fruits it ate the more it realized that their sweet juice...
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I Can Remember My Dreams
Poem Here rest your head upon this pillow and sleep no more Simply rest That is all that is required You don’t know what to do so do nothing Nothing is an Art...
Firm Grasp
Poem A flight on the back of a kite Bruise the ego only when no one looks From on the other side maybe the French Way of settling discord Married unwittingly alongside The...
Dazed and Confused
Haibun Poem Voices droned on. About Chancellors’ regulations. Graduations. Assessment deadlines. In a whirl after I looked for colleagues to ask about free periods. Stapled borders to bulletin boards. Attended pointless Professional Development....
The Rain Song
Poem Rain, rain go away Come again another day Cold drops drench my head and Puddles soak my feet Rain, rain, go away, Wash some other street. Tiny rivers run down the road...
A Poem I Hope to Rewrite in 10 Years
Poem These are the days we’ll long remember The triumphs of great men pursuing their rights To limit those of women to health, money Our cents to a dollar The days of waiting...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 19
Novel ‘Piss on them all makers and takers.’ Thought the Butcher. He did need to piss and could not think of a better place in the world. It was pass midnight. Pass midnight...
Animal Dilemmas – Vervet Leopard
Short Story The Leopard ate the snake slowly in the tree, but the little meat it had only arose its appetite. It had been a long day and the wild cat had hoped for...
And The Rain Is Falling
Poem I sit on my desk, the rain is falling, an open window, thoughts are coming, passing by like train in fields of flowers, like night in day, it’s light in darkest hours…...
The Ghosts Do Not Whisper
Haunting Poem I know not why The ghosts do not whisper As the sequoias softly sigh But calmly I listen Why are the only voices That of the cabin’s moan And the memories...
Young Once
Poem Properly, your shoes plant On the ground off that last step Of the porch steps Momma looks on, her unwavering Glance Two things, faith and dynamite Which will be graced unto you...
