Relocating the Gingerbread Man
Haibun It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house...
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An Autumnal Trinity: 3 Haibun
Haibun First Staff Day ’13-’14 A hot and humid auditorium. Teachers from every school seated, talking. Some near an open window, some fanning themselves. Most sweating. Like me. The newest school’s principal, a woman...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Finis
Haibun Departure Day: September 1, 2013 We pack the car by 10:15 and arrive at guest services shortly after. Frankie kisses the key cards goodbye. After we settle accounts, and get his free ice...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Fourteen
Haibun Fourteenth Day: August 31, 2013 We sit on the swing overlooking Rum Runner’s Hideaway. The mountain reservoir sits still in the late morning. We await the opening hour when Mira notices that the...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Thirteen
Haibun Thirteenth Day: August 30, 2013 Mira and I make our last trip to Stowe this season. We eat a sumptuous homemade salad before beginning our walk along the Stowe Path. The sun scorches...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Twelve
Haibun Twelfth Day: August 29, 2013 The day’s weather wears “a thousand faces.” Patches of blue sky and sun follow gray skies and rain. The day screams, “Pursue indoor activities!” We listen and head...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eleven
Haibun Eleventh Day: August 28, 2013 Mira and I walk resort trails. We pass a bears and berries walk up the road to Notchville Park, heading toward the reservoir. Blue, plastic maple syrup sap...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Ten
Haibun Tenth Day: August 27, 2013 We’re in a booth at 158 Main. Mira’s first cup of coffee is so full that she can’t add milk. Our breakfast arrives. My first bite of pancake...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Nine
Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eight
Haibun Eighth Day: August 25, 2013 Montreal. We cross the same suspension bridge Mira and I alone crossed 14 years ago. Signs for downtown lead us to the bustling streets of the city’s modern...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven
Haibun Seventh Day: August 24, 2013 Mira and I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep. She, from multiple awakenings, and I, from an insomnia fueled by obsessions. We postpone our day trip to...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Six
Haibun Sixth day: August 23, 2013 We park next to a church-turned-community center near an inn on Rte. 100 — Stowe’s Main Street. It’s our second trip, and on the way to Mack Market...
