The Man Who Can
Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...
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The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Fourteen
Haibun Fourteenth Day: August 31, 2013 We sit on the swing overlooking Rum Runner’s Hideaway. The mountain reservoir sits still in the late morning. We await the opening hour when Mira notices that the...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seven
Short Story Alex emerged from the bathroom at just the right time, drying his hands on his apron. Wendy and Jennifer broke their conversation and turned their backs on one another. He stopped in...
The Red Butterfly, Part Three – That Is Why You Are Here
Short Story I sat at a table to the right of the stage. From this angle, nothing is hidden from view. That is, nothing that mattered to me. The audience members who face the...
Mind Garden
Poem A day of cold, And I’m chilled to my bones. Every rafter of my snow-shocked brain Tinkles with pinnacles of frost: Glass too cold to touch, Each lobe a frosty forest Except the...
Sand – Part Three
Serial Fiction Madeline and I have been friends since middle school, sometimes more and sometimes less. After my discharge, I spent more than a few months drifting around Chicago, getting drunk when I felt...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Six – Arianna
Short Story June 20th, 2015. Ari’s Room. …That’s dumb. “Five minutes. Just talk about your day or something.” “…Alright. it’s there if you need it. I’ll be with Darcy.” Have fun. [pause] End Recording....
Animal Dilemmas – Penguin Polar Bear
Short Story The Polar Bear’s stomach didn’t find rest through the night and the Bear vomited inky black in the morning. The zoo keepers were alarmed. They caged the bear and transported it to...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Thirteen
Haibun Thirteenth Day: August 30, 2013 Mira and I make our last trip to Stowe this season. We eat a sumptuous homemade salad before beginning our walk along the Stowe Path. The sun scorches...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Six
Short Story Jennifer slammed her car into park, causing the entire frame to rock like a boat on the ocean. Yanking her keys out, she shoved open the door, locked it as she got...
The Red Butterfly, Part Two – El Banderillero
Short Story I sat on a stool at the zinc bar in a tablao on Calle Cañizares with a roja, small plates of tapas–consisting of lomo de cerdo embuchado, jamon serrano–and some olives; I waited...
Lachlan – Part Three
Short Story So the next evening in the shed, Henry asked Lachlan what he wanted. “I want you to stop being Spineless.” “What do you mean?” “You’re pathetic. You swallow your rage.” “I don’t...
