November Day
Poem I sit, looking out the open window Snow is all around. Soft light, falling on dead brown leaves, Still clinging to the sleeping trees. A coffee stain spreads across the paper. A...
Poem I sit, looking out the open window Snow is all around. Soft light, falling on dead brown leaves, Still clinging to the sleeping trees. A coffee stain spreads across the paper. A...
Short Story THE TIME I GOT SNOWED IN Now, I seen a lot o’ snow o’er the years. In fact, I can’t bring meself to remember e’en one single winter in me belov’d Green...
Non-Fiction Travel Review Why would anyone want to go anywhere in winter? No, really! How can people ever choose a winter holiday over a summer one? We’ll never understand (unless they’re going for both,...
Haibun Lake Hessian has frozen over. Two men pull a sled that holds a generator halfway across it. A couple of families walk and slide near shore. “Come on, Dad!” Frankie has already stepped...
Haibun The sun shines through a dusty screen and a fingerprint-smudged window. The dining room brightens as sunlight reflects off crystal candle holders and bleaches the American Drew dining room table. Years earlier, another...