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Serial Fiction ‘This place is like a niche in the wall from where you have a perfect perspective of the plastic world and can judge one way.’ Said Suppe. ‘I don’t think so!’ Said...
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Serial Fiction ‘This place is like a niche in the wall from where you have a perfect perspective of the plastic world and can judge one way.’ Said Suppe. ‘I don’t think so!’ Said...
Short Story The Whale breathed evenly for many days to come after it landed on that lonely pebbly beach. The ants sifted out through its teeth and marched far until they found a new...
Contemporary Haibun Poem The silence unnerves me. My questions are met with their sealed lips and indifferent eyes. Outside our classroom, dappled Maple leaves collapse onto concrete. Time passes. My failing lesson tightens...
Love Poems There is a face I love. A skin I crave to press against. Eyes I never refuse. Ears perked and stretched at my wrestling cries. Hands I must handle. Legs that...
Contemporary Haibun Poem We cleared gravy-stained plates and tainted wine glasses. The remains of the turkey could feed the five of us for days. It was the first year we didn’t host. Mom...
Free Verse Poems You keep calling me names and James Will’s tarred shadow swings from Cairo’s fragrantly stark magnolias repeating Colts’ reframing shells upon the Shawnees’ skinned at its tannery. You keep calling...
Serial Fiction They walked out of the cellar and the house and went on the Main Goat path. They could see a gathering not far, a bonfire, a guitarist playing and the merry voices of...
Short Story In the front of the ship right outside to cookery door, where they stopped cooking for a while after they found the chef’s corpse, there was a small cypress three growing. In...
Haibun Poem A green mountain coffee sign stands in the aisle. Cotton T-shirts and three-quarter shirts with band and sports regalia logos hang on wracks or rest folded on tables inside many booths....
Short Story The Rat’s bucket prison was set very close to the red hot burning stove. Even though, the ship’s cook was busy for hours cutting vegetables and melting hat into the pats the...
Serial Fiction ‘I see that my singular account has moved you or is it the wine. Perhaps both! So it happens that I have a little bit of private business to attend to and...