Tagged: mother

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The Price of Life

Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...

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The Marching Band

Short Story Today is Fat Tuesday. It is the day that marks the holiday, Mardi Gras, which is a traditional Southern Catholic holiday that I still don’t fully understand. It is a big enough...

Poem About Nature 0

Orphans

Poem About Nature   Are like pine needles Fallen from their mother tree Landing on the shaded concrete Too many to count Too many to care for All pointing in different directions Some together...

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Another Mother’s Day?

Haibun Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her...

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Lepidopteric* Encounters

Haibun We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the...

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What I Believe

Poem I believe what I see I trust in what I touch I find it easier seeing what’s in front of me I find truth in my inner eyes vision Born into a (Roman)...

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Deliverance In The Dark

Haibun Cotton sheets cling to my skin like a burial shroud. Memories of Mom arise. Her pain-soaked blue eyes, looking out from a frustration-worn face, pulsing oxygen through nasal tubes insufficient for her to...

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Coming Home

Haibun I empty Mom’s closet. She pulls herself out of bed and into her wheelchair. Frankie plays Minecraft Pocket Edition on my iPhone. Mom pages the nurse’s station twice before Miria arrives with her...

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Alone In The Morning

Haibun Sensations. The gurgle of the coffee maker. The hum of the refrigerator. The banging of the pipes as the heat turns on. My reflection off the storm door. The grainy patterns of manufactured...

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My Marvin

Short Story “It’s the youth of today, no respect. We used to respect our elders y’know, we looked after them. If you saw an old lady crossing the road or an old gent struggling...

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Another Emergency Room Check-In

Haibun Mom does not leave the house without looking immaculate. Makeup on, hair brushed and hair sprayed in place, dressed in the most appropriate outfit for the situation. Except today. She lies on a...