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A Steed Indeed

Poetry My teacher had 4 legs And cared not for me We watch bulls and bull riders and I always said I would hold on How hard could it be? Oh, I held on...

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Today’s Fire

Haibun Another fire engine races up River Road. Lights flash. A siren wails. A horn blasts. We don’t smell smoke anymore, but a gray haze hangs over the evergreens on the mountains. A two-lane...

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The Old Golden Ball

It’s my dad’s birthday today. I sit in the car in front of his house, rolling a small little ball between my thumb and forefinger. It’s heavy, made of chrome with some sort of...

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Joey – Departed

Haibun Poetry   Mom comes upstairs crying. Her tears run down her cheeks, her hands tremble as she collapses into a chair at our kitchen table. “Joey’s dead. He died in a motorcycle accident.”...