The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Twelve
Haibun Twelfth Day: August 29, 2013 The day’s weather wears “a thousand faces.” Patches of blue sky and sun follow gray skies and rain. The day screams, “Pursue indoor activities!” We listen and head...
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The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eleven
Haibun Eleventh Day: August 28, 2013 Mira and I walk resort trails. We pass a bears and berries walk up the road to Notchville Park, heading toward the reservoir. Blue, plastic maple syrup sap...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Four
Short Story After a relatively routine work day, and increasingly more routine parking ticket, Jennifer spurred her clunker of a car back to her driveway without falling apart. Her mother’s car was parked beside...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Ten
Haibun Tenth Day: August 27, 2013 We’re in a booth at 158 Main. Mira’s first cup of coffee is so full that she can’t add milk. Our breakfast arrives. My first bite of pancake...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Four – Vinny
Short Story April 1st, 2015. Living room. Mom, I’m leaving you this message on your computer. You’re asleep right now. I just have a lot on my mind, and it’s better that I put...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Nine
Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Three – Nancy
Short Story February 2nd, 2015. Hospital bedroom. [nothing] I’m fucking tired of this. Who goes through this? We’re like the fucking Kennedy’s of Essex County, we keep dying and it’s a side show f-...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eight
Haibun Eighth Day: August 25, 2013 Montreal. We cross the same suspension bridge Mira and I alone crossed 14 years ago. Signs for downtown lead us to the bustling streets of the city’s modern...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Two – Gianna, Continued
Short Story November 26th, 2014. Alright. So, here’s a story. Stacy, my sister. My older sister. I’m the smarter of us, according to her, but she just says that because I’m a doctor. When...
In The River’s Current
Short Story It was a Thursday in 1946 when the father of my father didn’t come home. This wasn’t uncommon, but that night was one of the few nights he promised he would...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven
Haibun Seventh Day: August 24, 2013 Mira and I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep. She, from multiple awakenings, and I, from an insomnia fueled by obsessions. We postpone our day trip to...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part One – Gianna
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:01 PM. Gianna’s room. …Alright. So. We’re doing this. The last time I took advise from my sister, I was bald for a month. [sighs] Shit. Alright. I wasn’t...
