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...
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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...
Wait That thing is still there And your hair is askew And your eyes are too close And you sure do look tired Muss your hair Well that didn’t fix anything You look less...
One week later, Mr. McCullers went on his murderous rampage. An inspector came by Harold’s house. “Well, it turns out that you were the last people to have ever spoken to them,” he said....
I stiffly sit back in my creaking wooden school chair my blank-faced response to the professor’s inquiry now burning into a lovely scarlet the rosy color perhaps forming into the letter D for Dunce...
Short Story The Gibbon recovered once again from its wounds and the Butterflies were gone forever. It was decided by the highest authority that the Gibbon’s soul will be left to roam the earth...
Serial Fiction Novel Grayish water and piss stained walls lined the murky streets of the neighborhood. He felt relaxed as he walked through the dark dirty streets the voice of a little girl singing...
Short Travel Stories Two specific flights stand out to me as the single best and single worst traveling experiences that I have ever had. BEST FLIGHT: I had planned an “LA-over” en route...
“I’m surprised you found the place”, Amy said, “people often get the building confused with the music studios five doors down.” She passed a bag to Kevin. Kevin peered inside to see that it...
But Mandy knew And yet she tried harder. “This way they’ll see,” She thought, “All the hours I spend To make them happy.” But Mandy kept getting Disappointments and sighs Sometimes they’d even Roll...