Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part One
Short Story About the time Jennifer was old enough to leave elementary school, her mother bought a dog; a golden Pomeranian she had named Cosette, or something as equally asinine for an animal....
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Short Story About the time Jennifer was old enough to leave elementary school, her mother bought a dog; a golden Pomeranian she had named Cosette, or something as equally asinine for an animal....
Serial Fiction Skins of anacondas of all sizes decorated the roofs of the giant’s huts. The giants were a superstitious lot and believed the remains of these elusive beasts that had been known to...
Haibun Sixth day: August 23, 2013 We park next to a church-turned-community center near an inn on Rte. 100 — Stowe’s Main Street. It’s our second trip, and on the way to Mack Market...
Serial Fiction Jamie was shaken; had Rick really done this just because she said no to his prom proposal? “So wait, let me get this straight…you killed all of these people just to...
Poem Listen to the fiction Breathe in the wonder Breathe under water Waste your time With the frivolousness of color Feel the green And value your emotion Like your life is one big vacation...
Haibun Fifth Day: August 22, 2013 Clouds fill the sky above Mansfield and Sterling. Sporadic rain falls. Mira and I enjoy an afternoon in. The sun soon breaks through. We eat her homemade salad...
Poem Time drowns us like quicksand, the hourglass has a wide waist Eighteen years are reduced to memory, you grasp blindly for your vanished youth The little girl’s toothy grin is replaced by...
Serial Fiction The Panther have never doubted its choices in life. In fact it didn’t believe in choices. It believed in itself only. It never had a mentor figure, a parent or someone to...
Serial Fiction ‘Why do I sense something criminally wrong behind this speech?!’ ‘Because you are smart enough to know that behind every fortune there is an … action of omission.’ ‘I was borne in...
Life Poem I wanna roll Not sit in this stall Wanna rediscover the sights Not from in these wall Plenty out there to see Not seeing it all from in here Knowing I can...
Short Story A vulture floated high in the desert sky, circling around itself. It looked like an insect struggling in the spiderweb of my broken windshield. The taste of iron was heavy in my...
Haibun Poetry Fourth Day: August 21, 2013 Nearly the entire Meadowlark trail lies bathed in sunlight. Mira walks on its shoulder wherever she can find shade. I feel short of breath long before the...