Death – Thinking of Today
Poem I often wonder if this is a slow death. We all are in our own way stepping one step closer and closer towards our death. Taking each day as it comes, planning our...
Category: Poetry
Lepidopteric* Encounters
Haibun We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the...
An Unpleasant Reminder
Haibun I find it just before I leave on some errands. A crumpled memo, with Sean’s R’s mother’s phone number on it, requests a phone conference. It’s at least two weeks old, if not...
The Song of the Oak
Poem It was a long time ago in a world of mixed realities when I heard it for the first time. I saw the leaves move on the air blown and heard a song...
Wish You Were Her(e)
Short Story The problem with staying friends is that it’s impossible. Because the feelings are still the same, and there’s no hate to grab onto to tell you it’s time to move on. When...
Renewed Intimacy
Haibun My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension in the tightest muscles surrounding your lower lumbar. Our lips meeting in our kiss. Our...
Today’s Fire
Haibun Another fire engine races up River Road. Lights flash. A siren wails. A horn blasts. We don’t smell smoke anymore, but a gray haze hangs over the evergreens on the mountains. A two-lane...
Spring Recess Reverie
Haibun The essays are graded and packed away. Enjoying my newfound freedom, I sit outside. My right arm, shoulder, and pectoral burn in the sun. A Harley sounds. The sugar maple, where I hung...
O Distraction
Frankie left the Teen Titans Wiki open on my Internet Explorer. Of course, I read bios of Robin, Raven, Beast Boy, and Starfire instead of my work. After that, I must see the episode...
Experiment – Left Eye Operation
The muscles around this eye cause the last thing to be said to come out as a question mark – the lazy visit the pupils dole out to the corners of the sockets (the...
Distorted Realities
Poem what is it that you see? a shadow sneaking behind me, trying to hit me in the soul, steal my blood and laugh it is just the black tree top moving on the...
Finish It!
Haibun I’m in fourth grade, and I don’t care that Literature is over. It’s a large picture storybook. Medieval, with dragons and castles and knights. I’m almost done, and I’m going to finish it....
