Tagged: house

fiction about trauma 0

The Boy Who Cried Bacon

Short Story Rachel Steep, currently seated in a hunter’s green armchair across a mahogany table from her student, normally stands a full foot taller than the neurochem-wunderkind Irwin Twimble; granted this doesn’t say much...

fiction about thieves 2

To Be A Thief

 Short Story   Please, Sylvia, let me think. Even in the dark, I could see the panic in her eyes as she desperately tried not to curse aloud, once again mouthing, Hurry. Rubbing my...

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Adult Recess

Haibun I watch gray cumulus gather. Listen to cicadas, the workers laboring on my neighbor’s house — their chainsaws buzzing, cutting. And the ever-present drone of perpetual traffic on the New York State Thruway....

poem about home 0

Our DIY

Haibun Poem   The white, plastic trellis stands a little crooked. The sides may not line up across her walkway. But it stands. It is the first project Frankie and I complete together. first...