Naked Inattention
Haibun Poetry We change from gym in the boy’s bathroom — talking about something that grabs my undivided attention. We walk down the gray-brown granite hallway to our first-grade class. We step inside....
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Flying to Memphis
Short Story Racing through the congested streets and onto the whirling Grand Central Parkway with a world of iniquitous hurting nymphs at my back, I drove like a demon on fire in an Indiana...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 35
Serial Fiction Novel The Baker was so sober that his head hurt. He was dreaming of alcohol or just about anything that would numb his mind. What was the point of being sober any...
Animal Dilemmas – Gibbon Butterflies
Short Story The cloud of butterflies delivered the Bull’s soul to the appropriate authorities and promptly returned to earth for their next celestial errand. They traveled south for many days above the clouds before...
The Glory of Treason – Part Two
Sci Fi Short Story High Primarch Wesnos would be on his way, by now. The coward would never show up to the front-lines of his own war, of course – the little mole of a...
Adoption Mine
Haibun Mom told me the story. She and Dad had applied to adopt a child. Westchester Family Services had interviewed them. Social workers inspected their immaculate two-bedroom apartment. But lawyers, doctors, stockbrokers and executives...
A Treatise On Before
Short Religious Story A Before Treatise Before time, space, matter, force or motion came forth in power from the Creator of All, His Seraphim, Lucifer also called the Morning Star blaspheme with mutinous...
Animal Dilemmas – Butterfly Bull
Short Story The Bull’s eyes widened as it collapsed to the ground. A giant knelt down next to its head and with a small knife cut off its ear. The Bull didn’t feel...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 34
Serial Fiction Novel ‘Well, as it turned out I am not meant to sit on a shelf and watch the world go by.’ Joked Meko. ‘He is a free radical.’ Archibald looked at the...
Cups with Coriander: Sugar
Serial Story My eyes opened slowly, and I languidly turned my head to the bedside clock. 10:00 am??? I sprang up in my bed, panicked, when I remembered that I hadn’t set an...
Awaiting the Doctor
Haibun Poetry Conversations carry on outside the grain-laminate door. Papers rustle. A phone rings with a staccato four-beat tone in the key of “E”. Lights hum. I sit in the last examination room...
Bussing It
Short Realistic Fiction It was a perfect day for resting in a heated tub or relaxing on an overstuffed chair, blanketed by a familiar novelist. The late autumn air had brought a chill...
