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Spoken Word Every day it seemed as if a body Felt neither here nor there Gradient, up; roads bare Gradient, down; city streets Blinking the crosshairs of “no vacancy” We need you another...
Spoken Word Every day it seemed as if a body Felt neither here nor there Gradient, up; roads bare Gradient, down; city streets Blinking the crosshairs of “no vacancy” We need you another...
Short Story I was approached by a rather interesting fellow in a park while I was on vacation a few weeks ago. The man looked to be sharply dressed in an ocean blue suit...
Haibun I find it just before I leave on some errands. A crumpled memo, with Sean’s R’s mother’s phone number on it, requests a phone conference. It’s at least two weeks old, if not...
Travel Stories In February, I received an email from Dave Ambrosio, inviting me to come to Havana with him to study Cuban folkloric music. We would be staying in the home of percussionist Miguel...
Haibun A layer of snow rests on the deck. Just a dusting. The reflection of tile on the storm door blends with that thin layer of snow. Light tries to breach the banks of...
Haibun Poetry Third Day: August 20, 2013 A note on our windshield reads “Please don’t park in front of our home (duh!) Thank you.” Mira’s face flushes red. She soon snaps aloud about the...