Just Come Home
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...
Tagged: vacation
Lunar Lunacy
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...
An Unpleasant Reminder
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...
Slow Travel: Cuba, Before I Go
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...
Winter’s Gift at a Vacation’s End
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...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Three
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...
