The Red Butterfly, Part Two – El Banderillero
Short Story I sat on a stool at the zinc bar in a tablao on Calle Cañizares with a roja, small plates of tapas–consisting of lomo de cerdo embuchado, jamon serrano–and some olives; I waited...
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Lachlan – Part Three
Short Story So the next evening in the shed, Henry asked Lachlan what he wanted. “I want you to stop being Spineless.” “What do you mean?” “You’re pathetic. You swallow your rage.” “I don’t...
Blurred Visions
Poem Keep going my dear, I don’t know why it’s worth it But don’t get tired Of trying to find a reason Times when your tears They don’t stop It’s hard to see...
America’s New Leader: How Did Trump Win The Election?
In the hours and days since Donald Trump, real estate tycoon and reality television star, won the presidential election of 2016, people have taken to the streets in protest. They have signs, they...
An Imperfect Beginning
Short Story “It’s never how you imagine it.” At least that’s what they always used to say to me. Now they don’t say much of anything at all, they just stare. I can...
As The Light Goes Down
Poem As the light goes down, shades are passing by, faces once so close are nothing but a night. Faces once so true turned into a tree of lies… Faces once so loved –...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Five – Gianna/Stacy
May 26th, 2015. Kitchen. [crying, long-lasting] So that’s it. I’m done. I got the number. [pause] Maybe a year. It’s not what the doctor gave me, but it’s what I’m giving myself. People have...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Twelve
Haibun Twelfth Day: August 29, 2013 The day’s weather wears “a thousand faces.” Patches of blue sky and sun follow gray skies and rain. The day screams, “Pursue indoor activities!” We listen and head...
It’s Day 2 of Open Enrollment
Poem I sit in a chair and face the corner of a cubicle for eight hours a day since it’s enrollment time for benefits It’s noon and we’re already 200 calls deep Enroll my...
