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Snow Pines, Prose Poetry 0

Snow Day?

Haibun (Prose Poetry)   The slumbering birch and maple trees sway back and forth. The lowest wisps of cloud enshroud the tallest in gray mist. Snow falls everywhere. Frankie and I sit at the...

Grey Nude 0

Excess

Artful vessel is the hand: encountering the world’s interstices, plumbing imperative and mystery. It is infant and mother in rapt communion, a supplicant’s devotion distilled in a clasp, lotus of ethereal apsara in bloom,...

Stream of Consciousness Fiction, Cloud 0

The Man Who…

Stream of Consciousness Fiction   The Man who …   So busy with things to do, things to say, things to explore, things to learn and to see that he had no time, even...

Crazy Goat, sarcasm short story 0

Animal Dilemmas – Goats Donkey

Short Story The Doneky left the Frog’s boot with mixed feelings. It was not exactly happy with what it learned it will happen to it in the afterlife. Turning to ash and then rebirth...

Rose 0

The Language of Love

Love is not afraid of cliche, for when it speaks all words expressed before are rendered mute.   more by LUCAS HOWARD Photograph by Denist Soh

Main Field 0

Half Dollars – Part One

Looking back on their relationship, it’s hard to believe their first real conversation was over Heat. It was Eugene’s favorite film, and she never got through it once. Yes, it was 3 hours, but she...

Free Short Stories, Walk The Dirt 0

Details

Short Story   A man of no consequence was taking an inconsequential stroll through the countryside early one morning when he came to a dog on the side of the road who was also...

She 1

Yellow Curry

Do my insides change color when I eat yellow curry? Is the bubble gum still there from when I swallowed it in first grade? What of my life sticks to the insides, changes it...

Winter 0

A Perfect Storm In Winter

ice falling from the sky smiles on my face and the coldness of the day a perfect storm in winter wrapped with fear for tomorrow I salute the spinning wheel and join the wind...

Prose Poetry 0

Tempest

Haibun Poem   Syracuse wind chime in back sings. Outside light flashes on. The wind blows on and on. Soon, I’ll step out into it. Shudder at the thought hot bite of oatmeal— last...