The Old Golden Ball
It’s my dad’s birthday today. I sit in the car in front of his house, rolling a small little ball between my thumb and forefinger. It’s heavy, made of chrome with some sort of...
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Reflexivity
I set out to write a poem, and turned out a cliché; a pretty little cliché, like a rose but a little better than just a rose; not a red rose — like a...
Reconciliation
Contemporary Haibun The Camry pulls up. I shut the TV and make it to the vestibule. Open the cracked front door before she can. She looks at me. Her hesitation, anticipation and hurt—there for...
Watching Too
Freestyle Poems Late into the night it watches me doing my necessary duties, complaining on the phone, reading in bed, setting my alarms, making preparations for the coming tomorrow, like an estranged lover...
Two Minutes Silence
Hastings is bustling. Only teenagers and night workers are still in bed. My new cardigan compliments that circa nineties look I was going for. The rain starts. I follow the herd towards Priory Meadow....
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 22
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...
Animal Dilemmas – Killdeer Whale
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...
Theme Park Theology
I was never meant to work in a theme park. Ever. I got my first job the summer after I turned 16. I was working at Six Flags Mid America, located just outside of...
Zedlist – Part Twelve
Colin had strong views on many subjects; he’d made an entire career from doing so. He had been hosting a popular radio chat show now for over fifteen years. Millions of listeners tuned in...
Sinking Spirit
There are days when I am in the light Yet it’s arms cannot touch me Days when there are songs of laughter And my soul cannot hear My mind runs too fast in reverse...
Contemplations for a Sparrow
I have some contemplations for a sparrow When you perch Wrap your claws around Do not flap your wings Perch The wind will rustle the leaves And you may judge yourself clinging But in...
