Another Day Passes
Haibun The sky deepens from blue to violet. The last dull, orange line above the darkened Ramapo Mountains fades. A distant cloud carries a hint of it along. Twilight comes. It’s Friday. The...
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Stories Of The Story… – Part Two: Everybody Got Something To Collect
Flash Fiction Once upon a time there was a leaf. It was brightly green and lived on the branch of a tree. One day the story came to the tree and climbed up,...
In Her Service
Poem The knight took up his sword and shield In service to his Queen He served her well When all else failed her His life was forfeit for her His sword drank deeply...
The Old Year
Poem 2015 is wearing thin: Like a rag scraping Across the kitchen floor One last row of stitching left Grey with grime and grease. The old year’s like a horrible old woman creeping...
Richardson
Poem As the wallpaper curled we lost everything every gift we gave every word we ever said from the basement explosion that seeped into carpet fibers and looked out over the car port...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Bottle 7 (Last)
Serial Fiction The electrifying feeling of invincibility when holding the crowd’s attention with a tight grip. What’s not to like. ‘How old was the man playing the piano?’ Someone inquired into the fabric...
Reunion of Death – Part Six
Serial Mystery continued from part five “Who would do such a thing? Paul was such a soft, sweet, gentle man that I can’t think of why any of you would want to...
Them and Her
Poem And they hated her, not for what she did, But because she did not do it with them. They hated her smile, when they didn’t cause it. Only tears held value, if...
One-Night Stand
Poem Scent of lust swarms into them, Love challenged by lust, Lust and love entwined. Tantalizing foreplay, Sensuous massage, The nail strokes, the pinch, Play of the Tongue, a whisper of sweet nothings....
The Next To Last…
Spoken Word The year we take away The heights from which we’ve fallen Sound asleep we hit Pavements lined With shining footprints Worlds sequined against Frantic outbursts of making it Nor desire Neither...
Legacy’s Beginning
Haibun She has grime on her hood and quarter panels. A torn fender and scuffed tire guards. Some scratches. But she is midnight black with heated leather seats and a moon roof. Her...
Stories Of The Story – Part One: The Beginning
Culture Once upon a time there was a story. The story was really sad because she was floating day and night all alone in the universe. But suddenly, all unexpectedly, she met the...
