A Noteworthy Change
Haibun Songbirds chirp outside. They join the gurgling coffee maker. The sky brightens earlier and earlier. Barely past six, it’s almost blue. budding boughs so still on the table this empty bowl more by...
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The Red Butterfly, Part Fourteen – Friend of the Abraham Lincoln Battalion
Short Story On the back of the photograph, written in pencil, were the words Robert J, 1937, Escorial España. I took the photograph and left the study. I went to my room and laid...
Coasting – Part Eight
Serial Fiction Milly was on the bus, talking to her mother on the phone and just as she hung up, her phone vibrated. It was Monday and she hadn’t heard from Von since...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty Three
Horror Fiction Stories She did. Jennifer dropped the gun and flung the door open. She sprinted from the room toward the stairs, but felt a heavy blow slam into the back of her...
A Day in My Life
Poem Leaves cut the air the airplane makes its way to unknown lands I wonder who it is that whispers in my ear The Earth feels alive and well with eyes greener than ever...
Stumbling Along the Way
Haibun “All I care about is the way. I find it in my craft, that’s all.” —Ting the Cook Chuang Tzu, Chapter 3 A quick rush of rainfall. Wind chime songs. Drops cling to...
Future Faux Pas — Part II
Short Story David was sitting at home, in his apartment, reading the morning paper. He didn’t have work that day and was enjoying his time off. Later that afternoon he had plans to meet...
Meandering
Haibun The bike path moves. No, we do, walking it. Far enough from Lake Champlain, we still see the rippling wake catch the afternoon sun, whether moving or sitting. We keep our own pace...
Starless Sky
Poem The sky has darkened, full of clouds and frost. The summer has died all the beauty is lost. Ugly mountains are before me! Endless winters to console me. There is only one...
Vineyard Vines
Poem Tired feet but a full soul Days of working and tomorrow more Sun beating down on their backs Backs shaped into steal and coal Hands grazing along the vines Making sweet juices...
The Red Butterfly, Part Thirteen – He Looked Hungry, He Looked Happy
Short Story After the Civil War ended, my mother and I fled to the United States. New York City was the golden jewel, and we arrived there first. But finding that it reminded her...
Coasting – Part Seven
Sunday afternoon Von sat in the back corner of the coffeehouse, watching the ships in the harbor bob up and down with the tide. He was dressed presentably, with his glasses (which he rarely...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty Two
Short Story As he was distracted, Jennifer quickly dropped down and let her left arm lie on the ground. She planted her foot over the hand’s two broken fingers and was able to...
Spring Deferred
Haibun It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun. Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still...
Slow Travel: Cuba, Before I Go
Travel Stories In February, I received an email from Dave Ambrosio, inviting me to come to Havana with him to study Cuban folkloric music. We would be staying in the home of percussionist Miguel...
Ode to Him
Poem In my youth I never knew It was then I was suspicious I looked under and above all Yes, completely occupied with mental ambition. Instead of seeing what was contagious Actively going about...
That Morning Reluctance
Haibun Didn’t want to rise. Turned off the clock and rolled over. A half-sleep doze and I’m up. Don’t want to go; drag my body and mind and stay at the table watching dawn...
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