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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Snow Removal Irony
Haibun Another blizzard, another day off. I brush a half inch of water out of the garage before I start the snow-crusted Toro. The hum of the four-cycle motor fills the frigid air. The...
Lachlan – Part Five (Final)
Short Story “Alex, we need to talk.” Henry’s voice sounded brittle and croaky. Lachlan walked around to the side of the desks, his eyes focussing on Alex’s head. “He glazes our eyes with...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Ten
Short Story He turned away and looked to his feet. He had said all that he wanted to say. Jennifer looked aside as well, appearing to mull over the quote. Instead, all Alex had...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nine
Short Story Mercifully, thankfully, as an immaculate gift from on high, Jennifer was given the next day off. Her plans fell apart soon after she woke up around three in the afternoon, but she...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eight
Short Story “Bathroom,” Jennifer quipped, jabbing a finger in its direction. “Gonna go. Real quick. Okay?” Alex looked around awkwardly. “You… You don’t need to ask permission. You can just go.” “Yeah. Right. I...
Sand – Part Four
Serial Fiction I clocked out about ten minutes after I clocked in. Maddy and me tried to keep conversation, but the air was a little to heavy for that. We mostly just rode the...
Carry Me Along
Poem About Travel Warmth on my back Late morning on the Lightrail Sunlight and tree shadows Flickering on all the people On their smartphones Flying through the world at the speed of light...
By Your Side
Poem Sitting here, it’s a late night with you You warned me of how you were feeling I don’t know why Trying to protect me from disappointment, expectation Even though it builds concern...
Data Analyst
Life Poem No direction. An insect at a desk. Knowing better, but settling for much less. Scared to death of breaking the silence. If this is life then tell me, why is it so...
Man About Town
Reflection Poems I’ve spent so much time reflecting on the lives of everyone else, it’s time to turn the mirror around and have a look at myself. I don’t really do – anything....
Sidewalk Blessings
One day at a time One word at a time One moment to the next One moment better than the rest One time to make it work One time to make it last One...
