Running Water
Poem The running waters of the past remind me of my future home. There, over there, near the river, among the trees I’ll walk alone. Alone but not afraid nor abandoned. I’ll know no...
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Lawrence Farm Orchard Experience
clear skies cool enough to pick yellow delicious with three of our friends so satisfying Frankie’s audio diary. His climb up Granny Smith, Gala and Fuji trees for the unblemished, still hanging apples higher...
Animal Dilemmas – Parrot Seagull
Short Story The seagull had won. It survived near certain dead due the kindness of a good natured squirrel. It defeated its enemies and took back its throne as a leader of the colony. Its statue...
Tears From A Clown
Short Story The man and his camera crew had been driving around for hours on the hunt for clowns. His news station decided to do a segment on all of the creepy sightings that had...
The Tramp — Part One
Dystopian Short Story From his high vantage point he had a terrific view of the poor sap below him. The Kid sat in a tiny room made of concrete — the ceiling had fallen...
Rich Man, Poor Man – Part One
Short Story Once upon a time, high in the reaches of the mountain range, there was a martial arts master—a hermit would be a more appropriate term—who lived out his remaining years in his...
Just Come Home
Spoken Word Every day it seemed as if a body Felt neither here nor there Gradient, up; roads bare Gradient, down; city streets Blinking the crosshairs of “no vacancy” We need you another...
Small Talk 2 – Problems
Short Story It’s good, rather brilliant. You think so? It’s logical. I thought you would bring the coffee. I do. And now you are in our conversation. What I can’t have an opinion? You can,...
HSA Meeting
The Haiku Society of America’s NYC Metro chapter hosted the Society’s National Meeting. Held in a modest community room of a local West Village Arts center, perhaps 22 people gathered in the space. Forty...
Marshmallow Dreams
Short Story I was never destined to be a millionaire. My first failure of the task occurred at the age of eight. It was a normal afternoon at day-care. I went to the...
The Human Comedy: Bicuspids
Short Story The dentist’s chair. Why did they call it that? The dentist never sat there, that was for sure. The dentist’s torture chamber — that was more like it. The hygienist was nice...
Looking Out The Window
Poem Looking out the window but my vision’s blurred. Past’s, present’s, future’s, a train is chugging fast winding up in summer haze followed by my eyes followed by my thoughts… Looking in the mirror...
