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...

imaginative short story about progress 0

A Deal For The Rest Of Us

Short Story   “I’ll be right in,” Brian replied confidently. He hung up the phone and paused, trying to consider what the discussion could be about. His desk had a small pop-up mirror and...

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 storm 0

Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part One

Haibun October 29th I tremble starting the job. Ebony curtain rods are still in the original packaging. So are the wall anchors and screws. I had already lost myself to a fever-pitched rage over...

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...