I Am No Blank Slate
Poem He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...
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Ice Cream Fling
Short Story After briefly scanning the area of the Dairy Queen parking lot, Rachel pulled her car into the spot next to another car she assumed to be empty. Putting the car in...
Another Aftermath
Haibun Bird songs, as I awake ahead of the alarm Headache: fruit of the prior day’s tension— or that extra glass of Burgundy Or another gift from that beloved team teacher I work through...
Thought Inkling
Poem Smoke slithers along the window-edge, Like vaporous snakes; Half alive in the pale light. A feeling like cricket legs Twitches at the corner of my eyes. I’ve got a cigarette clenched Between...
Shimmer Girl
Poem I knew a girl once sly as time sneaking by right under your nose, ticking and tocking and counting breaths till death. She dressed in a black slink and rubbed her eyes...
The Day Prince Died
Poem Prince died today And I wonder if you remember I once Called you Darling Nikki In the last birthday card I wrote you And if this day somehow meant something to you...
Breaking Fear
Poem Hiding from your fantasy At the usual roundtable From being that next candidacy Fighting for that righteous stable Too many foolish words are spoken Narrowing what could be retained Starving for that...
Animal Dilemmas – Kangaroo Echidna
Serial Story The Echidna chose an old well rooted tree near the termite city and started digging a new home. Its cub played around the tree catching ants and termite one at a...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 16
Serial Fiction The Brewer had a dream. He dreamt he was the Baker. He walked about his lofty flat. (The floors and some of the furniture were littered with baby rabbits.) They were...
Tripping With Dad – Part Three
Serial Fiction ‘Did you grab my lyrical shoes from the room, Dad?’ ‘Shit! I forgot. Let’s run up and get them.’ He checked his watch. ‘We have about an hour, plenty of time.’...
Divisive Misnomer
Spoken Word In a race, do you look left or right? Do you look up to mark your distance From the sun on the ground to where you are? Does the glare spurn...
An Early Present
Haibun We plant petunias at Dad’s grave. I hoe out holes in front of the headstone. Frankie places the plants in and covers their roots with dirt. We plant two rows — three to...
