First Sleepover
Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share. “Ok. Goodbye,” he says. He and his friend Stephan...
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10 classic yoga mantras
Yogic mantras and wisdom Like most things, you are nothing: Your success depends on the means you adopt – mild, medium, or intense From development of the mind arise happiness, freedom, and peace The...
Altered State – Part Nine
Short Story Doctor Wilson leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. “What if Tanya decides not to show up?” “She’ll be here,” said Kate. “We’ve both been working with her...
Another Mother’s Day?
Haibun Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her...
Summertime Killer
Short Fiction Tight leather gloves gripped the wheel as the sound of the engines fired up. A deep roar reverberated through the vehicle, sending shivers down Harvey’s spine. The 1970 Chevy Nova sped...
What Was Lost
True Poems We watched the poets upon the stage Far better ones than I Ones that melt your heart speak their tongues swirl their breaths intermingling their emotions with the crowd As they...
Spirit Jewels
God has scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth. Glittering in the specks of morning sunlight dawned on me. Spirit Jewels fall from the sky, through my third eye, settling into the cells...
Altered State – Part Eight
Short Story It was surprising to me that Kate believed I could get out of here unnoticed. I wanted to believe her, but that was hard. Doctor Wilson didn’t seem so sure, either. “And...
Relaxing into Another Weekend
Haibun Mira hands me a full glass of Chianti. “Happy Friday!” We clank glasses as we toast. I take my first sip. Dark wood taste explodes on my tongue. I lie back on the...
Even Death Is Better
Poem The clock is ticking, the room is dark, no one’s breathing, I want to hide, I want to cry, but she holds me tight. Her image is a stone, her smell is...
Try To Sit
Unless you’ve got the best trap for me to escape then the last time full thoughts finish their breakfast will be the night you go hungry taste what we left behind is it to...
