A Walk at Nyack Beach
Haibun Poems The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a...
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The Rite (I/III)
It remains immediate like fresh abrasion – the night yowls of rage crashed at us. I raced the stairs to find her retracting defiantly, as you stomped forward, two bulls bellowing wrath at the...
Untitled – One Drive
I am tongue-tied Also loving Also loving times saved (How many?) Many more times to be saved Lastly, that love on the desk Begging to moan Begging (How many?) Stripes earned Also loving Oh-so...
No Light Thing
You held my heart as a red balloon turning the string within your fingers absentminded in your abilities as if air could be contained by single knot and rubber red string begetting trapped self...
Animal Dilemmas – Cockroach Pig
Short Story After all the food was consumed and the lizard ran off without a trace, the pigs settled on the uneven dusty dirt floors again. They were not thinkers and never thought a...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 5
Serial Fiction Once he emerged from debauchery at first he thought little of himself, he felt weak. He began to believe that his father is weaker than the Pipe and he was weaker than both....
Go Ahead, Release
Something new always feels familiar Set that table cloth down over The edges you feasted by Sunlight manages to get shot Of dripping honey Get distracted by the sweet And I’ll get away with...
The Morning After
Haibun Poem Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink,...
Why I Write Letters
Allow me to put this pen to paper and consider you as more than a passing thought That my sinew and muscles and bones will create this new life which your eyes will give...
Moon – Part Two
A noise sounded behind her and her hands rushed to cover herself as she spun, sending waves cascading across the pool. Standing above her, a shadow, bearded and terrible to behold, rising out of...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 4
Serial Fiction Anton was a third generation American if I must use labels. At early age he came to the equivocal realization that men are like raindrops speeding down from the sky, bound to...
