Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty Three
Horror Fiction Stories She did. Jennifer dropped the gun and flung the door open. She sprinted from the room toward the stairs, but felt a heavy blow slam into the back of her head....
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A Day in My Life
Poem Leaves cut the air the airplane makes its way to unknown lands I wonder who it is that whispers in my ear The Earth feels alive and well with eyes greener than ever...
Stumbling Along the Way
Haibun “All I care about is the way. I find it in my craft, that’s all.” —Ting the Cook Chuang Tzu, Chapter 3 A quick rush of rainfall. Wind chime songs. Drops cling to...
Future Faux Pas — Part II
Short Story David was sitting at home, in his apartment, reading the morning paper. He didn’t have work that day and was enjoying his time off. Later that afternoon he had plans to meet...
Meandering
Haibun The bike path moves. No, we do, walking it. Far enough from Lake Champlain, we still see the rippling wake catch the afternoon sun, whether moving or sitting. We keep our own pace...
Spring Deferred
Haibun It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun. Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still...
Slow Travel: Cuba, Before I Go
Travel Stories In February, I received an email from Dave Ambrosio, inviting me to come to Havana with him to study Cuban folkloric music. We would be staying in the home of percussionist Miguel...
That Morning Reluctance
Haibun Didn’t want to rise. Turned off the clock and rolled over. A half-sleep doze and I’m up. Don’t want to go; drag my body and mind and stay at the table watching dawn...
Future Faux Pas
Short Story David exited his car and shut the door. He grabbed his briefcase, hit the lock button, and began to climb the stairs to his apartment. As he was nearing the top, his...
Old World Market
Haibun An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a...
The Devils Dance
Poem When ebony doth fill the sky There comes a dance upon a hill When one and all have closed their eyes And all around the air is filled With tongues of fire...
