First Snow
Poem Swollen, the dark sky opens at last; From the cloud pours swirling white. Flakes come drifting down like fairy feathers From the afternoon sky. Softly at first, then heavier and heavier, ‘Til...
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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 23 (Final)
Serial Novel ‘Ok, then.’ The Butcher tried to suggest him the door. ‘I can finally get out of here and go say ‘hi’ to my ladies downtown. Unfortunately in America women are aware...
Animal Dilemmas – Chameleon Lemur
Short Story The Lemur left relived and uplifted. It put the shell back on its neck and started leaping from tree to tree. It forgot about its troop and dying. It thought that even...
A Window, True and Real
Poem The paper is too white, the pen – unwilling, the horizon’s out of sight, my hand is trembling, my heart is locked between walls and dust, this door I cannot trust, All...
By Any Other Name
Poem True, it hadn’t grown a sleek, tall stem. The delicate petals, though vibrant, were easily torn. And thorns…well, who knew they would sprout? Yet it bloomed, against all odds. We furtively watered...
The Pirates of Diesel Bay – Part One
Adventure Fiction The waves of the Caribbean lapped gently at the base of the old Spanish fort. For two hundred years it has stood sentry over the port of Puerto Reál, capital city...
You Don’t Know What I Know
Poem Keep pressing my buttons why dontcha I’ll give you a chance here and there Let you attack and test my anesthesia I’ll let you stare and glare and compare You don’t know...
Lionize with Care
Poem Never place one foot forward and the other Backward In the dim of the screen’s glare I Dared to dream the quiet texts Wishful boredom Polite, forced attention was for My fifteen...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part One
Haibun October 29th I tremble starting the job. Ebony curtain rods are still in the original packaging. So are the wall anchors and screws. I had already lost myself to a fever-pitched rage over...
Who’d Blame You
Poem Who’d blame the waves for leaving the oceans Now leaching oil through their shores The garbage washed upon the grains of millions of years This man-made travesty upon nature’s course As if...
Song of Winter
Poem The crispy yellow leaves blow over the stones Like the last fragments of summer, Whispering of all the golden memories they saw. Everyone walks a little bit faster. A bitterness is in...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 22
Serial Novel The rain was back. And. He was orchestrating the hanging of the Baker’s pieces. He had a team of ten and it would take them about six hours. He could hang...
