The Perfectly Imperfect Life
Non-Fiction Everyone wants perfection. Humanity thrives on the mere idea of reaching a stage of ‘perfection.’ The definition of perfection varies from person to person. Vast, like the universe. But at every stage of...
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The Smuggs Chronicle 2013, Part 1
Haibun Poetry First Day: August 18, 2013 The traffic slows to a crawl north of the Woodbury toll. We never hit traffic heading upstate before. After a half-hour, a silver jeep with a crushed...
Raven – Part Three
Raven & the Secret in the Forest – Serial Fiction book 1 in the ‘Raven Kingdom’ series by Lëaf Ednïwinga Dedicated to my son, Raven. Love -Lëaf “A young boy who lives with his...
The Virtual Realm
Article We live in a world where hashtags create revolutions and online petitions mould decisions. The internet is at its optimum and digital media has taken the world by storm. A new concept of...
Animal Dilemmas – Guinea Pig Vicuña
The Vicuña led the silent pack through the frosty grass. They descended around to a southern slope and started grazing. ‘We left it to die,’ said on of them. ‘Why didn’t you carry it...
Wheelbarrow Race
Haibun Frankie holds the younger boy’s ankles. When the ladies say “Go!” he and the boy race up the green toward the finish line. The younger boy’s desperate hand-after-hand wheeling pulls Frankie along. And...
Bittersweet You
Poem A: I breathe your name: I whisper it like a beautiful secret To drift onto the empty night, Hear it fall with the snowflakes And echo off the stones, And come right back...
Lemming Scavengers – Part One
Serial Fiction Jamie rolled her eyes as she hit the “download” button on her phone. Everyone was talking about this new phone app that sent you out on scavenger hunts for real prizes. After...
Requiem for an Autumnal Moment
Haibun Another breeze. More rustling leaves. Shadows spread, then recede. Clouds drift between the sun and the yard. The first leaves fall. Mira finishes tapping on her Asus. She stretches, walks over and states...
Son of a Witch – Sam
Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...
Early Morning Self Portrait
Poem The smoke flows out From between my teeth Like green wind And ash scatters in the smile. The smoke is sucked sharply back With a pain that I love and hate All at...
Dates and Times
Short Story I leave for work everyday at 7:45. It’s four and a half blocks away. I always arrive at 8:15, which gives me fifteen minutes to get settled. At 7:56 everyday, I see...
