The Red Butterfly, Part Ten – That Is Where He Died
Short Story “I told you that we would meet again,” said Augustín. “You were right.” “I am always right, Americano,” he said as he closed the door behind us. We entered a small space...
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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seventeen
Short Story Jennifer nearly screamed, but instead stumbled over her feet while trying to jump away. She rolled backward over her back, but was somehow on her feet again within a second. The man’s...
Cosmic Caper – Part Eight (Finale)
Short Story “Time to do something stupid,” grumbled Jorwei. He leapt up from his cover and sprinted through the door. A trail of bodies, blood, and bullet holes lead down the hall and around...
Flickering
Poem The comfort of the morning sun The familiar trees and homes in my neighborhood It was you The safety and comfort of you You gave me joy and peace of mind You inspired...
In Harshness
Haibun In the crunch of fiberglass, a shattered mirror dangling on a wire. In the biting words of a text-message slap, the piercing cold stare of an evaluator’s review. In every word and action...
The Room Of No Thoughts
Poem there is a room on the Earth that doesn’t allow you to bring any thoughts in as you enter the room of no thoughts your mind becomes a white cloud so light, lighter...
A Winter Day Remembrance
Haibun Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This...
Beauty And Noise
Poem The smell of plastic wrap And CD cases Old linoleum floors Under squeaky converse laces Holding the song in my hands Excited to listen whenever Excited to discover more No more elusive mysteries...
Animal Dilemmas – Oak Tree Pheasant
Short Story The Pheasant was hazy with thought. The Satyr had stirred its brain and robbed it from peace and order. The Pheasant made it a point to avoid drifting creatures and their toxic...
Snow Removal Irony
Haibun Another blizzard, another day off. I brush a half inch of water out of the garage before I start the snow-crusted Toro. The hum of the four-cycle motor fills the frigid air. The...
