Dawn Rising
Free Verse Poem In Jackson dawn rises as slowly as a weary, puerperal mother. The sky is a deep, pale azure hidden just above the tree line. With expectant pride it hovers over a...
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To My New Love
Short Story “Oh, who cares,” we sometimes think at our most blue moments. “I am boring and it is boring and writing about it all is boring too.” At times like these we...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 37
Serial Fiction Novel By the time he passed these thoughts between his ears he was on the station platform waiting for the train. Waiting is something he was not used to. He had lived...
Animal Dilemmas – Gazelles Rhino
Short Story The two Rhinos walked out of the slow river and headed for rain water pond in the center of the salty patch of soil. They have hydrated well and were craving salt....
Abandonment – Part Three
Serial Fiction “Comparison is the thief of joy.” The rough-rider’s words echoed quietly in Nathan’s psyche as he stared, motionless, into the cold emptiness of his place of business, nestled within the confines...
A Day Trip into the Brain
“Alright, is everyone on board? No? Oh, well then, ma’am, your son will still be there when we return (hopefully). No, we can’t wait, we have to leave now. There is a small window...
Eye of the Envious – Part Two
Short Story I didn’t have my first panic attack until my plane landed in Heathrow and it sunk in that I no longer had my own permanent home back in New York. The...
Cups with Coriander: Stirring
Serial Fiction My stomach growled, pulling me out of my reverie. Even if I wasn’t going to the office, I couldn’t spend the whole day in bed. I pushed the covers off and...
Janie’s Glow in the Dark Stars
Short Story Janie walked into the kitchen and saw peanut butter on the floor. “What are you doing?” She said. Her dad bent down and picked her up, placing her on his big right shoulder....
Zedlist – Part Twenty Six
Serial Fiction “All I ask is for you to have a little faith in me. If our friendship means anything to you, then you’ll trust me.” “I’m here aren’t I?” Alex retorted, “Anyway, I...
Sidewalk Blessings
One day at a time One word at a time One moment to the next One moment better than the rest One time to make it work One time to make it last One...
First Agape
Haibun Poetry I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels. And listened to their vroom. Feeling that presence that even now I can’t name. plop...
