Empty Intimacies
Haibun Poem The towers of the George Washington Bridge straddle the traffic. The constant drone outside our motel room is our own urban surf. Inside, a musty smell from the carpet complements the...
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Haibun Poem The towers of the George Washington Bridge straddle the traffic. The constant drone outside our motel room is our own urban surf. Inside, a musty smell from the carpet complements the...
Short Story After the demise of the cockroach, it was dark again. Only the counter dwarf with the bell lantern spread light. The fruit flies casually flew back to business as usual. The corpse of...
On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...
Haibun Poetry In another life, I’m too late. My son Frankie and his cousin Mia swim out too far. The waves at Robert Moses State Park swallow them. I cry out. They can’t...
Morning ascended – we climbed in the minivan to open shop, as you, and she, had done for years without lapse. I had coiled the night in angst – dreading the future I extruded....
Short Story The Cockroach crawled tireless through fields, forest, it crossed roads railways, it survived everything. It ate anything that was wet and smelly. It passed through many places and times suitable for a...
She awoke with her alarm clock blaring. The sun cast translucent shadows onto her bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The dream again. It had felt so real. Her blood rushed through...
Serial Fiction The Pipe’s contacts arranged for him a general management job at one of the most prestigious hotels in the city. People had to be in the industry for decades before they get...
Short Story It was Movie Night at the Landry residence in March of 2024. “Gather round, family,” 37-year-old Stephen announced as he headed to the sofa with a bucket of popcorn and a glass...
You’re camped out on my tongue; Radiating divine patience, Beatific compassion, Or whatever it is you are wont to do. Though you make your presence known, In moments of extremism, Riding on the back...