Forget Forgiveness
Poem Months have passed Summer turned to fall. Days are growing cold- and the wind is blowing fast …away to a crimson sky- bloody sunset and do you know? I still hide to...
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Talk 19 – Still Life
Serial Fiction They seem hungry. They are always hungry. Yesterday I fed them two feet of salami and their bellies were about to burst. When they smell food they are your kindest friends. The...
I Am Not a Sailor
Short Story I want to be a sailor. They get to see the world and meet new people. They ride in big boats and have friends everywhere. Sailors get respect. And aren’t laughed...
Faith Amidst Doubt?
Haibun Simon said in reply, “Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing, but at your command I will lower the nets.” Luke 5:5, New American Bible How did you...
Weekend-feeling Weekday
Weekend-feeling Weekday Sharon Van Etten’s Taking Chances croons in my earbuds. Late afternoon heat breaks, and a pale-blue sky remains at sunset. Some cardinal flies from branch to branch, as the hoot of an...
Remains of the Day
when you look back at a dark hour and ask yourself what have you accomplished today what do you say? rivers, mountains, suns reflections in the water sea of echoes… is that it? no,...
The Hope Collector
I am the collector of thrown away hopes. Lost and forgotten, blown in the wind, strewn in the street. I pick them up, brush them off and give them someone, someone who believes in...
Clickity-Clack
Women want to be kissed. They want romance. At least they think they do until you give it to them and then they stop wanting it, wanting you. It’s about the hunt. Always has...
Talk 18 – Peace, No
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
