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An Ode to Friendship
Poem So will that photo always change To hopes you often rearrange Framed unstead’ly on the wall As if it held no gold at all? Or was it simply pre-ordained To sit so crooked,...
At a Nyack Pastier
Haibun Didiere and Dumas, Nyack, New York : The black frosting of the dark chocolate mousse pastry catches the light through the display case. “Do you want the mousse or the raspberry tart?” I...
Restless Soul
Poem nervous arms what is it that you are looking for? a mountain with summer snow and owls unstoppable eyes where is your sight? caressing the air of the birds and dreaming of change...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty One
Short Story He crossed over to his computer chair and dropped into it heavily, kicking up dust from the cushion. Jennifer tried again to wrestle up to her feet, but was still pinned to the...
Where the F**k Is the Pizza?
Short Story I woke up abruptly gasping for breath. My heart raced as I tried to decide whether I was more frightened or confused. I decided I was unsure, stood up, and without...
What I Believe
Poem I believe what I see I trust in what I touch I find it easier seeing what’s in front of me I find truth in my inner eyes vision Born into a (Roman)...
Empty Gestures
Haibun Nothing left to offer but the rain sunset on the Ramapo Mountains not a drop falls more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Frances Gunn The Writers Manifesto
Coasting – Part Five
Short Story Milly: “Von?” Von grunted and breathed with rising inflection. Milly: “Von, I-“ Von: “Yes?” Milly couldn’t speak, and she soon found herself removing Von’s pants, lowering her head and diving in. She was...
Mom, Incapacitated
Haibun Mom lies on her side. Her once immaculate hair now spreads across her pillow. She doesn’t know how she is. Only that she hasn’t been out of bed more than a half an...
Coasting – Part Four
Short Story Von, fully reclined in his favorite chair and sufficiently drunk, cleared his throat as he continued to hum a song stuck in his head from the drive home. His Saturday-night-car-singing-A-game voice had...
House Party – Part Two
Short Story Under Cheri’s hand bas relief sculptures were carved into the wall. The shapes frightened her, conjuring thoughts that disturbed her and images that terrified. She paused, trying to see what was carved...
