The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eight
Haibun Eighth Day: August 25, 2013 Montreal. We cross the same suspension bridge Mira and I alone crossed 14 years ago. Signs for downtown lead us to the bustling streets of the city’s modern...
Image Curve Blog
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Two – Gianna, Continued
Short Story November 26th, 2014. Alright. So, here’s a story. Stacy, my sister. My older sister. I’m the smarter of us, according to her, but she just says that because I’m a doctor. When...
Stage Lights
Short Story Coffee and cigarettes Are the way people star their day When there’s nothing new to do But more of the same Ardency turns to Urgency turns to Complacency turns to Impotency I’m...
Keystone Financial Market Update August 2016
Short Story Well there you have it. Apparently another .25% drop in rates is what the Aussie economy needs to keep it moving. If you read my last update you would know that I...
Omniscience
Short Story He knelt on one knee with his head down in thought. The world around him was ablaze, but he paid no attention. The hungry flames licked disappointedly at his immortal skin....
Mechanical
Poem Grey screen goes blank promptly at 14:10 I walk past three pink stalls into the fourth where I hang up my coat pull my scarf and shirt over head careful not to strangle in wires....
Digging Deep
Poem Smile, smile that wondrous smile Oh! my precious, precious love Speak those words I love to hear And hush whilst stars stare so clear The sounds that echo in my mind In naked...
Pink Kisses
Poem The sun explodes into a million pink kisses only to be buried beneath the greys of dusk. I catch one, pretending it is from you. Bittersweet. your tears still enchant the day...
In The River’s Current
Short Story It was a Thursday in 1946 when the father of my father didn’t come home. This wasn’t uncommon, but that night was one of the few nights he promised he would...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven
Haibun Seventh Day: August 24, 2013 Mira and I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep. She, from multiple awakenings, and I, from an insomnia fueled by obsessions. We postpone our day trip to...
Talk 24 – Hide
Serial Fiction It’s full with rats in front of your house. I throw them bread and watch them fight over it. I do that with people. They chase away the rouches, they don’t like...
