Empty Intimacies
Haibun Poem The towers of the George Washington Bridge straddle the traffic. The constant drone outside our motel room is our own urban surf. Inside, a musty smell from the carpet complements the...
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Haibun Poem The towers of the George Washington Bridge straddle the traffic. The constant drone outside our motel room is our own urban surf. Inside, a musty smell from the carpet complements the...
Short Story After the demise of the cockroach, it was dark again. Only the counter dwarf with the bell lantern spread light. The fruit flies casually flew back to business as usual. The corpse of...
Haibun Poetry In another life, I’m too late. My son Frankie and his cousin Mia swim out too far. The waves at Robert Moses State Park swallow them. I cry out. They can’t...
Short Story The Cockroach crawled tireless through fields, forest, it crossed roads railways, it survived everything. It ate anything that was wet and smelly. It passed through many places and times suitable for a...
Serial Fiction The Pipe’s contacts arranged for him a general management job at one of the most prestigious hotels in the city. People had to be in the industry for decades before they get...
Short Story It was Movie Night at the Landry residence in March of 2024. “Gather round, family,” 37-year-old Stephen announced as he headed to the sofa with a bucket of popcorn and a glass...
Haibun Poems The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a...
Short Story After all the food was consumed and the lizard ran off without a trace, the pigs settled on the uneven dusty dirt floors again. They were not thinkers and never thought a...
Serial Fiction Once he emerged from debauchery at first he thought little of himself, he felt weak. He began to believe that his father is weaker than the Pipe and he was weaker than both....
Haibun Poem Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink,...
Serial Fiction Anton was a third generation American if I must use labels. At early age he came to the equivocal realization that men are like raindrops speeding down from the sky, bound to...
Short Story The Rabbit was very hungry. Starving in fact, after fear and unwelcome excitement had burned every single calorie and most of its fat reserves. Chewing the bitter grass prevented it from thinking...