The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 12
Serial Fiction Ron sat in the middle with the priest and the Brewer on his sides. He liked that because he was the biggest talker and was perfectly situated between his old and...
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Serial Fiction Ron sat in the middle with the priest and the Brewer on his sides. He liked that because he was the biggest talker and was perfectly situated between his old and...
Poem From your view, the flower dies For it will live in me As it gives to me, life From our view, we dream deep. We sit here far from death We await...
Serial Fiction In the bathroom of the hotel lobby I stared past the finger-smudges and backsplash at my frowning reflection. I’d done my hair three times already; once in the room and twice in...
Poem Back in the days when the summers were hotter, and the skies were bluer, and the faces were younger. Back in the days when my home was the Cosmos and my garden was...
Poem I’ve been busy I’m so sorry It’s still the same I’m glad you came Did you know There’s something new Had to grow I thought of you You built me You built me...
Haibun The sun teases us all. A shower of fiery light promises warmth before rain-filled cumulus eclipse it. A spatter of cold drizzle falls. Then stops. A breeze reminiscent of the record-setting bygone winter...
Poem This white-hot cold Drips down my ribs; Ice that burns like fire. Even the rain cannot cool or fade The red scars from my back. The wood of the table leg Is...
Poem Collection i. Voyeur Tongue in cheek white as snow melted, liquid stream running in silence, running and cunning cunningly running and knowing, tongue knows cheek knows boundaries, nose knows no boundaries, vision...
Serial Fiction Preparation was over. It was time for a breather. The Brewer’s math tutor always told him not to solve problems on the day before the exam. To air out. Do what...
Haibun Sink into a chair. So tired. Body, weeping aches instead of tears. Meanwhile, Mom copes with Granny’s birthday. Alone. Again. receding snow her occasional cough from downstairs more by FRANK J....
Fantasy “Would you like to know the secret?” Little Thing nodded. “If you can survive submerging yourself in this spring I will tell you and then I will make love to you.” The human...