Wheelbarrow Race
Haibun Frankie holds the younger boy’s ankles. When the ladies say “Go!” he and the boy race up the green toward the finish line. The younger boy’s desperate hand-after-hand wheeling pulls Frankie along. And...
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Bittersweet You
Poem A: I breathe your name: I whisper it like a beautiful secret To drift onto the empty night, Hear it fall with the snowflakes And echo off the stones, And come right back...
Animal Dilemmas – Vicuña Llama
Serial Fiction The Llama found the herd it had left on the same flat field on top of a low hill near a giant settlement. The herd and the giants that herded it thought...
Gothicarus: Part XII – Conductor
Serial Gothic Poem He frowned at her sternly. “You are…connected. You see and hear What others do not. The heavenly realm calls to you.” She twisted her pale hands. “I’ve always felt that He...
Requiem for an Autumnal Moment
Haibun Another breeze. More rustling leaves. Shadows spread, then recede. Clouds drift between the sun and the yard. The first leaves fall. Mira finishes tapping on her Asus. She stretches, walks over and states...
Son of a Witch – Sam
Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...
Early Morning Self Portrait
Poem The smoke flows out From between my teeth Like green wind And ash scatters in the smile. The smoke is sucked sharply back With a pain that I love and hate All at...
Dates and Times
Short Story I leave for work everyday at 7:45. It’s four and a half blocks away. I always arrive at 8:15, which gives me fifteen minutes to get settled. At 7:56 everyday, I see...
Animal Dilemmas – Lama Giant Turtle
Serial Fiction The Turtle was happy it was rid of the table. It never saw or knew of the sea horse but it had previously been stuck in tree roots and carried branches, once...
Gothicarus: Part XI – Bumps
Serial Poem Did you hear that? I’m certain he’s back again. Measured breaths against the floorboards Betray the location of the fiend. I will not move a hand or foot. In stillness, I will...
They Will Not Take It From You
Life Poem Hey, boy, come here, tell me what you’ve seen: is it the North, the desert, or the forests evergreen? Come here, don’t be shy, no one’s gonna mock you, you see, I’ve...
