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Empty Intimacies

Haibun Poem   The towers of the George Washington Bridge straddle the traffic. The constant drone outside our motel room is our own urban surf. Inside, a musty smell from the carpet complements the...

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Tonight

These are my saddest lines The last that I write for you That you once loved me and I you and everything was wonderful That my pen never stopped moving upon paper And the...

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Animal Dilemmas – Giant vs Fruit Fly

Short Story After the demise of the cockroach, it was dark again. Only the counter dwarf with the bell lantern spread light. The fruit flies casually flew back to business as usual. The corpse of...

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On My Feet

On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...

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Atlantic Alternatives

Haibun Poetry   In another life, I’m too late. My son Frankie and his cousin Mia swim out too far. The waves at Robert Moses State Park swallow them. I cry out. They can’t...

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The Rite (II/III)

Morning ascended – we climbed in the minivan to open shop, as you, and she, had done for years without lapse. I had coiled the night in angst – dreading the future I extruded....

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Today

Today I made a memory of you A perfectly contained thought that could be placed in a box on a shelf in my mind and retrieved whenever I say the word, “Go” It’s safer...

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Animal Dilemmas – Fruit Fly Cockroach

Short Story The Cockroach crawled tireless through fields, forest, it crossed roads railways, it survived everything. It ate anything that was wet and smelly. It passed through many places and times suitable for a...

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The Dream – Part Two

She awoke with her alarm clock blaring. The sun cast translucent shadows onto her bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The dream again. It had felt so real. Her blood rushed through...

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Robin Williams Night

Short Story It was Movie Night at the Landry residence in March of 2024. “Gather round, family,” 37-year-old Stephen announced as he headed to the sofa with a bucket of popcorn and a glass...

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Devil in the Details and God Everywhere Else  

You’re camped out on my tongue; Radiating divine patience, Beatific compassion, Or whatever it is you are wont to do. Though you make your presence known, In moments of extremism, Riding on the back...