Kronos Got Drunk – Part Five
Serial Story “Hello, traitor.” The old man slammed the door closed. “Classic dad,” said Prometheus. He winked at me and knocked on the door a second time. “Go away,” came the voice through the door....
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A Dose of Big Mike – Part Four
Serial Story It was two o’clock in the morning. I was with Mike. We were drunk, very drunk, in the parking lot leaving the bar. I’d been buying the beers for months, and I...
Altered State – Part Three
Short Story Doctor Wilson let me call my parents to tell them that I’d have to stay for a few days. They were a little suspicious, but I told them that it was all...
A Different Life
Poem we all wish for it in various moments during our day so we could do a different thing live somewhere else have the courage we miss or kiss the wind while everyone is...
Vineyard Visit
Haibun A patio of filled tables and empty bottles. A trio plays the Beatles, the lead singer tapping a tambourine against her thigh. We stopped at the Torne Valley Vineyard on the way back...
Her Infirmity is My Insomnia
Haibun I wake up at four in the morning. Try and sleep again. Mira coughs, inhales hard. Coughs again. She gets up and sprays her nostrils with her over-the-counter spray. I listen to her....
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part Two
Short Story It went on like this for some time. The boy came into the forest each moon and collected the fruit in his basket. Each time the fright eased out of his spine. He...
A Dose of Big Mike – Part Three
Short Story We were in Mike’s kitchen drinking whiskey. He was wearing basketball shorts over his nicest long johns. He put his drink on the counter, pulled his shorts down, turned around, bent...
Altered State – Part Two
Short Story The first few weeks were like a dream. I felt more energetic, could stay awake longer, and was overall happier. It was almost as if I was living in my own little...
Atropos Leaves Her Lover Behind
Spoken Word Wondering when she can’t do things erase The lead streaks remind One of the empty parking Lot that we went to — the hill underneath The tires matched how Still we were...
