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poem about relaxing 0

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...

haibun, rain drop 1

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...

short story about going back in time 0

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...

nature stories 1

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...

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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...

Spoken word poem video 0

Lifting Lids

Spoken Word Film     more by Lucas Howard The Writers Manifesto  

morning stories 1

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...

time travel short stories 0

Future Faux Pas

Short Story David exited his car and shut the door. He grabbed his briefcase, hit the lock button, and began to climb the stairs to his apartment. As he was nearing the top, his...

food stories 1

Old World Market

Haibun An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a...

poem about mischief 1

The Devils Dance

Poem   When ebony doth fill the sky There comes a dance upon a hill When one and all have closed their eyes And all around the air is filled With tongues of fire...