The Power of Goodbyes
Poem It strikes, painfully and almost fire-like when you know it is time to wave at the old days. Why though, you’ve asked? Imagine being the white dandelion its arms holding to the neck...
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Summer Virus
Haibun The bloated feeling began when we drove home from the library. The cramping began later, when we came to bed. Rolaids offered no relief. The cramping soon became stabbing pains, waking me up....
Altered State – Part Six
Short Story Kate hit a few buttons on the machine and I closed my eyes, bracing for pain. It didn’t come, but I wasn’t ready to let my guard down yet — this is...
Awakening Joy
Haibun As I pour out pills to sort into daily containers. As his fingers dig into my armpit, and my laughter ensues. As I get ready for bed with a stuffy head. The raw...
Diamond Gaze
Diamond piercing gaze Lashes sharp like barbed wire fences Guarding wary soul more by A. M. LAINE Photograph by Rolands Lakis
Talk 20 – Cold Love
Serial Fiction If I am fine it is because you were my editor. No, love was your editor. I could have done a better job at making you happy. You were perfect. Says my...
An Unimportant Failure
Nothing worth remembering. That fifth period class—where Moesha braided Katherine’s hair, Neina screamed; and Chastery, Jowayne and Zaire did no work—fades to insignificance. No homes called, no repercussions planned—only the slightest sense that my...
The School Bus of Life
Poem Seeing all the tired people On their small smartphones Never feeling that they are Alone in their bones Crowded morning looking sunny Light is moving sweet and bright Hoping that their Tuesday...
Arboreal Awakening
The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy...
