The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 7
Serial Fiction The Brewer was walking to the Public House (the home of my bottle). As an incarnation I was a separated continuation of the scotch of that bottle. We were the same,...
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Farming In The RSA System – Part Two
Science Fiction I went back to my quarters and changed out of my sleep wear. I stepped into some hemp fiber jeans and shirt, leather work boots. I dressed Woof in her protective...
Not for Sale
Short Fiction So many people are trying to profit from his death. It makes me feel sick. I’m allowed two hours of Internet a day and I have to confess that I do...
A Waiting Game
Flash Fiction The valley was magnanimous in it’s apathy. Ancients who had sat and lived in it all their lives could look to new arrivals with the comforting communal certainty that the sparsely wooded...
Soraya’s Annual
Haibun I receive a call from AnaMaria. A family awaits me outside 282. I head to the office suite to meet them. Only they aren’t the family I’m expecting. I swallow, open the door...
First Friend
Letter Dear Zachary, Sorry I haven’t written in a while, it’s been a busy few months. The move went well, but I do regret choosing Times Square. Every time we visited, it...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 6
Serial Fiction After her multiple obtrusive phone calls went unanswered for several days, She was filled with ecstatic tonic combination of love and hate. She radiated it so extrovertly that people would step...
Digging to China
Poem Well I was digging my way to China, shovel and all, hands dirty with the past, with the miles of mud dug, displaced, disposed. I was digging my way to China when my...
Reunion of Death – Part Nine
Serial Fiction continued from part eight Chapter 18 “Well? These are some pretty serious accusations, Rita. Is any of this true?” Alexis asked her. Closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, she...
The Unknown
Poem Out in the snow where the sound of the wind boils my blood I saw people standing still They were calm, almost sleepy with legs attached to the ground like the trees in...
