Another Mother’s Day?
Haibun Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her...
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My Best Friends
Short Story Brian, David, and Luke were my best friends. It seemed like Brian was always talking to girls since kindergarten. He got his first girlfriend in 2nd grade, who he still says...
Small Talk
Short Story I like to come out here. Yeah, it’s nice. There used to be a barn over there. I don’t know what happened to it-neighbors must have torn it down. I didn’t...
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...
a Lunar Eclipse Unseen
Haibun Quarter to three in the morning. Clouds roll in — blocking the moon. I had set the alarm to wake me at eight minutes past three. My plan was to wake Frankie, so...
The Red Butterfly, Part Eighteen – Te Pareces A Tú Padre
Short Story Those words; He is your father. Was it betrayal? Even now, all of these years later, I cannot say that I felt betrayed. I did not thrash about, scream; throw a fit. Maybe...
Euphoric Acedia
Haibun Afternoon winds blew apart gray cumulus clouds that canvased the sky. Patches of radiant blue appear. Frankie wraps his arms around my neck, covers my mouth, and says, “complainer.” Mira, rising with a...
Meandering
Haibun The bike path moves. No, we do, walking it. Far enough from Lake Champlain, we still see the rippling wake catch the afternoon sun, whether moving or sitting. We keep our own pace...
A Glacial Stroll
Haibun Lake Hessian has frozen over. Two men pull a sled that holds a generator halfway across it. A couple of families walk and slide near shore. “Come on, Dad!” Frankie has already stepped...
Surname Changed
People ask me,”When are you going to change your surname?” First, make me clear that is it really all about only changing surname? That’s it? No, according to what I feel. It is about...
Deliverance In The Dark
Haibun Cotton sheets cling to my skin like a burial shroud. Memories of Mom arise. Her pain-soaked blue eyes, looking out from a frustration-worn face, pulsing oxygen through nasal tubes insufficient for her to...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Ten – Nancy (Final)
Short Story November 8th, 2015. The Sorrentino’s Apartment. [long pause] Alright. I guess we’re doing this. Why not? It’s been long enough. [pause] Kind of. [pause] I don’t know, there’s really not much to...
