The Day I Held Two Sapphires
Poem I held two sapphires in one hand. They were your precious eyes. Trees spoke solace to the hummingbirds in my ears who thought flowers grew in there somewhere. They were wrong but they...
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Talk 13 – Ladder
Short Story But I think we are overstaying our welcome. I invite everyone upstairs. We still have half a bottle of whiskey and some roasted almonds. You’re fine. I don’t get many visitors...
Morning Thunderstorm
The skylight rattles under a tumult of fresh rain. The windchime dances in a sudden wind; it’s tritonal melody incessantly plays on. Thunder booms. The storm ebbs and flows. Lightning flashes twice. Thunderclaps follow....
What sense does it make?
do not look at me do not glance or wish to see if you are not willing to let go do not talk to me do not voice your thoughts or start to shout...
Morals Clause
Short Story Sophie’s crossover from pornography to reality television had not yet been lucrative enough to afford her a Los Angeles stylist, so she’d cobbled together what she thought was a sexy modern...
Talk 12 – Circles
Short Story Where does that door lead? To the neighboring building’s back yard. They also have a garden? No, they have a barbecue and plastic chairs. Meat eaters. Like most of the world. But...
First Stitches
Haibun I run in the day care center’s playground. Somewhere past the slide, the jungle gym and some swings, I slip and fall. My left hand thumps hard against the ground. I stand up....
Small Talk
Short Story I like to come out here. Yeah, it’s nice. There used to be a barn over there. I don’t know what happened to it-neighbors must have torn it down. I didn’t...
Let it begin
I am reclaiming my body. I am taking charge of this skin. My limbs will move on my wish. I will start and finish. Ch. Ch. Ch. I am feeling the air now. Air...
Scattered So Early
A body in full rebellion Stomach cramps nausea vertigo A mind in disarray Swirling thoughts Songs Mania rising, falling Winds in full swirl Chime singing, Newly budding maples swaying A clock that ticks...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Two
Fantasy “So fragile,” one immortal woman said, turning one of the playthings she’d just plucked in slender fingers. This particular immortal had hair as white as snow that hung straight to her naked waist....
