A Hornet’s Burden
Haibun A hornet carries a pale-green insect — an aphid or grasshopper — and tries to ascend. It can’t fly above the tabletop. Frankie, seated on my lap, holds his breath as it hovers...
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Anti-Inspiration
Poem Helpless, blue in the face Because I can’t take a breath Until I quench this thirst. I look outside and see Nothing but poison rain. A rising flood of feeling is inside...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Five – The Brewer 25
Serial Fiction The more he listened the closer he got to the conclusion that there was nothing that could be done to fix it. It was not fixable. That was one of the...
Robert’s 40th Birthday
Haibun Another red light. We hit nearly every one since leaving the house — late. Mom grimaces. I grind my teeth shut. Mira and Frankie sit quietly at ease. My brother’s 40th birthday pizza...
I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 24
Serial Fiction He was not anticipating for something wrong or unplanned-for to come upon him on the fourth floor. Being ready with a hat full of improvisations was priceless at a moment when...
A Picked Flower
Poem That flower that I picked for you One dark night from the forest floor, Trembling in the wake of a faint, wild tune Had drops of dew clinging to its petals And...
Hearing Our Name
Poem Time is precious, lost time is everywhere Lost friends, lost connections, lost chances We are always struggling to not be left behind The boats keep moving forward And we keep fearing the fall...
Elephants Never Forget
Haibun A bronze elephant statuette rests on four coffee-table books. Its trunk curls up in a bellow to challenge rivals or predators. Another elephant: a plaster-of-Paris statuette from a mold. It rests on the...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 23
He woke up seven minutes past midday. Well rested but a bit thoughtful. The euphoric reaction in his head had faded leaving a gap, a vacant space in his mind in need of filling....
The Human Comedy: Street Cleaning
Comedy Fiction Short Stories Marty McMichaels had two choices — the same two choices he had every time they came — and neither choice was a good one.It was Tuesday morning in Manhattan, and it...
