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Sleeping On The Edge
Poem Sleeping on the Edge can be dangerous you may fall or maybe not dreaming of a life unaware of it all is that our way of life? fear is born when we wake...
An Autumnal Trinity: 3 Haibun
Haibun First Staff Day ’13-’14 A hot and humid auditorium. Teachers from every school seated, talking. Some near an open window, some fanning themselves. Most sweating. Like me. The newest school’s principal, a woman...
Animal Dilemmas – Catfish Catfish
Short Story The Catfish dove in the deep waters to take a nap while digesting the Swan. It curled in its cavern and closed its eyes. The river swirled slowly in the the deep...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nine
Short Story Mercifully, thankfully, as an immaculate gift from on high, Jennifer was given the next day off. Her plans fell apart soon after she woke up around three in the afternoon, but she...
Rachel’s First Christmas
Short Story ‘Oh my God! I think he’s dead!’ Someone screeched from the crowd. ‘Call an ambulance!’ Rachel was on the ground, pinned under the man like doll; her limbs were outstretched and...
The Red Butterfly, Part Four – Just An American Fantasy
Short Story The music faded and the lights dimmed. “Ahora vamos,” said Pablo as two men stepped on stage from behind heavy curtains. They were both trim and dressed in black. One man was just...
Sand – Part Five
Serial Fiction “Yeah.” Maddy said. “I’m sorry.” “I know you are.” I twitched a little at that one. It’s something a teacher would say. Sure, they know you’re sorry, but you still aren’t getting...
Elena Ferrante: The Story of a Name
Non-Fiction What does Elena Ferrante have in common with Mark Twain? How about George Sand, George Eliot, C.S. Forester, Ford Maddox Ford? Who are these people? Aaron Wolfe, Anthony Burgess, Anne Perry, Ayn Rand,...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Finis
Haibun Departure Day: September 1, 2013 We pack the car by 10:15 and arrive at guest services shortly after. Frankie kisses the key cards goodbye. After we settle accounts, and get his free ice...
Time for Us
Short Story John spoke with his back to Danny, but met his eyes in the mirror. “I don’t want to play the hits, I want to play what I want to play. Jesus it’s been...
