The Pool Party and the Body Shot
Short Story It was a hot summer day, around four o’clock in the afternoon. Slick called me and told me to come to the pool. He sounded drunk. He said there was a...
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Short Story It was a hot summer day, around four o’clock in the afternoon. Slick called me and told me to come to the pool. He sounded drunk. He said there was a...
Serial Fiction Skins of anacondas of all sizes decorated the roofs of the giant’s huts. The giants were a superstitious lot and believed the remains of these elusive beasts that had been known to...
Haibun Sixth day: August 23, 2013 We park next to a church-turned-community center near an inn on Rte. 100 — Stowe’s Main Street. It’s our second trip, and on the way to Mack Market...
Serial Fiction Jamie was shaken; had Rick really done this just because she said no to his prom proposal? “So wait, let me get this straight…you killed all of these people just to...
Serial Fiction Is dinner ready? How is your brother? I asked first. You’re drunk. He is not well. I have done everything. He cannot breath without the oxygen mask. We just tried to entertain...
Poem Listen to the fiction Breathe in the wonder Breathe under water Waste your time With the frivolousness of color Feel the green And value your emotion Like your life is one big vacation...
Haibun Fifth Day: August 22, 2013 Clouds fill the sky above Mansfield and Sterling. Sporadic rain falls. Mira and I enjoy an afternoon in. The sun soon breaks through. We eat her homemade salad...
Poem Time drowns us like quicksand, the hourglass has a wide waist Eighteen years are reduced to memory, you grasp blindly for your vanished youth The little girl’s toothy grin is replaced by...
Serial Fiction The Panther have never doubted its choices in life. In fact it didn’t believe in choices. It believed in itself only. It never had a mentor figure, a parent or someone to...
Serial Fiction ‘Why do I sense something criminally wrong behind this speech?!’ ‘Because you are smart enough to know that behind every fortune there is an … action of omission.’ ‘I was borne in...
Serial Fiction That you have in common with gypsies. What? Disdain for formal clothing. I hear music approaching. Ah yes, my brothers do that every night when they’ve had enough brandy. They come here...