The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Two – The Bastard 3
Serial Short Story ‘Can we go this way?’ One of them said. ‘There is nowhere to go. It’s only this path I made this morning.’ He pointed to the straight shovel sticking out from...
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Man About Town
Reflection Poems I’ve spent so much time reflecting on the lives of everyone else, it’s time to turn the mirror around and have a look at myself. I don’t really do – anything....
Animal Dilemmas – Cheetah Hyena
Short Story After defeating and chasing away the Crocodile, the hyenas were ecstatic. They spend two days camping around the Zebra’s corpse until they licked away every last drop of dried blood from its...
Irony and My Grandmother – Part One
Period Short Stories Irony is a funny thing. My mother’s mother, Marianna Chapman Landrum, was born on January 16, 1923, in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Her name came from both of her grandmothers: Mary...
To Ginsberg
Poem Ginsberg wept For the soul of others, But I weep for his soul alone. If only I could be his Green eyed copy boy, And He my troubled Home. Sweet roses bloom...
Outside and In
American Poems Signal I hide in my eyes made of glitter, made of lies I hide in my house of cards. I hide from the fact that you’re never going see me Bleeding...
Jopp’s Folly – Part Three
Science Fiction Jopp had only been a half hour late arriving at Dispatch. “How’s it you is always late to report in, but your shipments always arrives early?” The Station Boss, a being with...
Zedlist – Part Thirty One
Serial Fiction Novel “It’s Dale”, came a faint voice from the other side. Kevin opened it and took a step back as Dale tumbled in like cement bags being tipped from a wheelbarrow. He...
Such a Moment
Haibun Poetry A breeze blows. The Syracuse wind chime behind the chaise sounds a three-note melody. A sparrow’s song answers. The neighbor behind my house hosts a party. Adults chat, children squeal and...
The World Before
Free Form Poem I married young before I knew the world, before I knew how to hide my nakedness, my innocence and before I stopped accepting the unacceptable. My husband was a small...
