Tagged: family
Pre-Smuggs Insomnia
Haibun Poetry It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch...
Hippie Pies
Happy Life Poem Music Flies, The sky pass before me, floating into neverland of thank yous. Papa says you’ll have another apple pie, flee past Mama’s weird ambush of juices I cry not...
His Own Assembly
Haibun Poem Frankie squats on the living room hardwood floor. He grabs a blue, semicircular plastic connector. Then he stares at the directions, makes adjustments and adds a short yellow rod. The “Demon...
Eight Eyes See All
Short Story I’m sure you’ve heard the saying about how there’s always a spider at least three feet from you. I can’t attest to that, but there are many places in which we...
The Tramp – Part Three
Dystopian Short Story The tramp walked slowly around the table, fingers twitching on the handles of his blades as adrenaline entered his bloodstream. “Samantha, please keep your voice down. I’m not going to hurt...
Personal Paschal Mystery
Haibun Poem You took your last breath. You, the Life, died. Where you could never be, you went. Death, through yours, becomes the door to life. My cousin, who could sit still no...
Seventh Annual Fun Run
Haibun Poem Parents in T-shirts and shorts herd their hyperactive children to the starting line. We ignore the green-shirted volunteer speaking through a bullhorn. Other volunteers attempt to corral us to one-half of...
Piece of Nothing
Poem The world belongs to the living… Now you are far away from home, the home you never had, and as your presence turns to stone, I’ll never call you “dad”. Now you...
A Deprivation
Haibun Poem The sound of Screeching steel alongside our house. A hot July 3rd; we look up from our empty dinner plates on the deck table. The ventilation fan of our central air...
Portrait – Part IV
Poem Up! She pushed. Up! She was still. A dead elephant. So still she felt the babe’s throbbing. They could do nothing. Her children, 5 and 6, fed and washed — she wept. Up!...
Thirty Thousand Feet
Poem Infinitesimal fireworks pop like a silent flash from a lone diode light bulb. The craft carries on northward bound as I type on these electronic keys. The boy behind me has a...
