Restless Day After
Haibun Poetry A Nickelodeon version of Cinderella plays in the family room. Bella, our neighbor’s golden retriever, barks at a passing dog and walker. The pine-scented aroma from our freshly mopped tile floor reaches...
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Cups with Coriander: Filters
Serial Fiction I shivered; why is it always overcast and chilly for a burial? The sea of solemn faces at the graveside braced against the cutting wind, and still-closed umbrellas were clutched in...
A Cathartic Question?
Haibun Poetry Her eyes hold a distant look as she lifts her head from her book. A question Shirley asked her earlier still haunts her: How do I feel about Robert? After she...
Reservoirs – Part Two
Short Story A condor rode an updraft high into the air, patiently searching for its next find. I was leaning my head against the window in the back seat of Eddie’s brand new blacked-out...
Mother’s Day Morning
Haibun Poems The aging yellow brush of her favorite broom swishes dust and seeds off of the salmon Trex deck. Mira’s Portuguese cascades high and low like a melody as she sweeps single-handed, the...
Portrait – Part I
Poem She’s unbreakable — first live and a tiger: her father use to abscond to the market on his moped for coffee and fried breadsticks, and show off to neighbor and kin; she...
The World Before
Free Form Poem I married young before I knew the world, before I knew how to hide my nakedness, my innocence and before I stopped accepting the unacceptable. My husband was a small...
Catch With My Dad
Short Family Story My dad and I used to play catch a lot. We’d go out to the backyard and just toss the ball for a little bit. I loved watching baseball, so...
Sleep Over
Poem My nephew turned five and asked me to sleep over the other day. We’d spent most of it together: going for dim sum, then a puppet show, kicking the Hover Ball, building...
