Buying His New Bicycle
Haibun Frankie leaves his bike by the Toys”R”Us customer service desk. Someone already put a sign on it: “bike exchange.” “Think of all the joy another boy as old as you were will get...
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The Red Butterfly, Part Eighteen – Te Pareces A Tú Padre
Short Story Those words; He is your father. Was it betrayal? Even now, all of these years later, I cannot say that I felt betrayed. I did not thrash about, scream; throw a fit. Maybe...
RA Flare-up
Haibun Too long since the last shot of Enbrel. This familiar stiffness and grating pain throughout the shoulders, elbows, fingers, and knees. This dull, constant pain that shortens tempers and lengthens anxieties. I already...
A Worm Story
Short Story It’s clear to me now that I was not a normal child. Like my peers, I enjoyed watching TV and playing with toys but there was something oddly unique to me...
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part One
Short Story I make it my business to know what goes on in this forest. None of the other lumbering beasts have any desire to pay attention, to watch. But my pursuits are a...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Three
Esoteric Short Story I shook the outstretched hand of Prometheus. “Do I still call you Pete?” I asked. “If you like,” said Prometheus. He smiled that massive smile again.”Does this mean you’ll hear what...
Killing A Dream
Poem Some days are hard and sometimes I see the light but how can I? Say goodbye? To you, my dreams, my true love and passion, the strongest affection… I hate the days...
Talk 3 – Drive
Short Story Nobody is happy! Especially your friend. You are wrong. Well nobody is happy all the time. It comes and goes, mostly goes. Like this guy, look at him. Who? The guy trying to...
A Dose of Big Mike – Part Two
Serial Story It was a Friday. I got off work early and called Big Mike. He said he was at Riley’s house. Riley was out of town so Mike was staying there overnight...
The Red Butterfly, Part Seventeen – There Was Nothing
Short Story There was a loud bang and a sudden blast of cold air. I looked towards the source of the noise. The door to Candela was flung open and on the threshold stood...
