Morning Prayer
Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs...
Short Story If the theory that postulates an infinite number of parallel universes is correct, then the following definitely happened: In a universe very much like our own apart from a few crucial details,...
Short Story ‘I don’t think you’re hearing me.’ Cheryl slumped further into the chair and examined her nail beds. Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing. ‘Cheryl, I can assure you that...
Haibun The coffee maker still gurgles after nearly an after hour. A steady electric hum drowns out the chorus of birdsongs, save one. Gray clouds swallow the sky. The rain triggers an ache across...
Spoken Word Tales, I win. Tails, you guess. Taels; we each take a look at the smog-lined horizon and wonder at the golden palaces hidden in the murky but glorious past; but only for...
Serial Fiction I watched with mouth agape as the Olympians descended into Elysium. They were dressed in magnificent robes and armors, carrying shimmering spears and swords and shields. Hermes, Artemis, Athena, Apollo — all...
Serial Story A long time ago, before the queen began to stockpile her young dead in her unholy castle, the forest was a different place. A small number of immortals were tasked with its...
Short Story Let’s go downstairs, she lives on the first. So how does it work, have you bought paintings from her before? Once. My friend from the other side of the ocean was visiting...
Poem I often wonder if this is a slow death. We all are in our own way stepping one step closer and closer towards our death. Taking each day as it comes, planning our...
Haibun We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the...
Short Story Philester Q. Michelton was an odd man, and although he was not sad or depressed, on certain nights his constant seclusion did cause him to experience a longing for a woman’s...