Psycho – Through The Eyes Of The Killer
Short Story As the last few diminishing rays of sun swept over the dusty Syrian village of Saidnaya, two young children, a brother and a sister, played in the dirt, attempting to catch...
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What’s Mine is Yours – Part Two
Short Story ‘What am I missing?’ He exclaimed at the sight of his wife talking into their friend’s stomach ‘Is something happening in there?’ ‘Yes,’ answered Martina ‘Your sperm has had an adverse...
The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter II
Short Story In which the baffling buffoonery of the Boonesvillian banditos begins Hiding in an alley across the street from Gitcha Goods, peeking around the corner, crouching in the darkness, and generally exhibiting shifty...
Hope is a Dangerous Beast
Poem Everything looks gigantically for your sake little man freedom does that to you how long till you can see it all you ask the sunrise brings it all empty homes broken doors...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part V
Haibun Poem August 24th The best part of the watermelon walk? Eating seeded watermelons under the Adventure Rangers Meeting tent after it ends. excited girl’s young cupped hands hold A trembling frog Mid-afternoon,...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part IV
Haibun August 23rd We ascend Stowe Pinnacle, eat lunch, snap photos and gaze at the valley below. I mind my steps descending the trail. It leveled off; I let my focus wonder just a...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part III
Haibun August 22nd Sterling Pond, blue water rippling. Madonna rises behind it, a mother holding a bowl on her lap. All the short breaths and hard sweats on the steps of the Sterling...
Pre-Smuggs Insomnia
Haibun Poetry It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch...
Sand – Part Ten (Finale)
Serial Short Fiction The elevator doors slide open, more quickly than I thought. Stepping into the lobby, I go cold. A sleepy receptionist is sitting behind a desk next to the entrance. There’s...
Dirty Photos
Poem The night is hot and long summer! Talks and smokes, drinks to keep us cold all day long Smiles and laughter but my blood is blue What is life if not a...
Use Your Mind
Poem above ground always accepted and always admired you shared your thoughts with me while I looked in the distance half listening there was something in the air that day a light along...
Animal Dilemmas – Moth Scorpion
Short Story The Scorpion was firmly holding the dead insect in its claw and descended steadily into the darkness of the earth. It was very hungry so it halted several times to take a...
