Argument, 1:37 a.m., 2/19/2015
“I told you not to do that.” “I don’t want to do this but I bet you’ll remember to do it right next time.” “I don’t care if you lose respect for me. Get...
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A Treatise On Before
Short Religious Story A Before Treatise Before time, space, matter, force or motion came forth in power from the Creator of All, His Seraphim, Lucifer also called the Morning Star blaspheme with mutinous...
From Malice to Experience
These words of kindness are killing me softly Words once spent with the scent of pure innocence Words now spent with intent of injustice Wilting my working limbs of gentle intention Limbs once lively,...
Men in Ties
I know not why but I despise men with tightly knotted ties. and men who always tie their ties far too loose and far too wide. Men who walk around in socks, men who...
Animal Dilemmas – Butterfly Bull
Short Story The Bull’s eyes widened as it collapsed to the ground. A giant knelt down next to its head and with a small knife cut off its ear. The Bull didn’t feel...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 34
Serial Fiction Novel ‘Well, as it turned out I am not meant to sit on a shelf and watch the world go by.’ Joked Meko. ‘He is a free radical.’ Archibald looked at the...
Sorah the Explorer – Part Two
continued from part one Two summers ago, I was headed to Berlin and Prague on one of my many adventures and asked my Facebook friends if they had connections in Germany or Czech Republic....
Cups with Coriander: Sugar
Serial Story My eyes opened slowly, and I languidly turned my head to the bedside clock. 10:00 am??? I sprang up in my bed, panicked, when I remembered that I hadn’t set an...
The Train-car
I touch the walls of this old wooden train-car. My hand feeling first the roughness of wood from another time and place. My feet standing where others from stories past once also stood that...
Zedlist – Part Twenty Three
Despite Amy’s concerted efforts to contain everyone, some managed to slip through the net at first. Amy found one woman in the bathroom, transfixed on her own reflection as she pulled faces at herself...
A Rhyme at All Cost
(for J.K.) Between you and me shall flower no love; To Frisco, Bangkok, Granada — I’d move If fervor for New York mine didn’t glow; To threat of ill and gloom instead I bow...
Awaiting the Doctor
Haibun Poetry Conversations carry on outside the grain-laminate door. Papers rustle. A phone rings with a staccato four-beat tone in the key of “E”. Lights hum. I sit in the last examination room...
