Thanksgiving Weekend 2012
Haibun Poem Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...
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Mother of Disappointments
Short Story Jess stumbled breathlessly up the stairs, dragging her suitcase behind her, with difficulty. As heavy and cumbersome as a corpse, Jess pulled her baggage over the last two steps and the...
Everything Changes
Short Story The school bell rang and Shani was the first out of the door. A carefree and clumsy girl, she careened over the startlingly green hills with her arms outstretched like an...
Sarah’s Dad
Short Story Sarah’s earliest memory was the sunlight scattered by the frosted glass of the toilet window. She never knew her Mum and the house was often filled with the rich smell of solvents...
Psycho – Through The Eyes Of The Killer
Short Story As the last few diminishing rays of sun swept over the dusty Syrian village of Saidnaya, two young children, a brother and a sister, played in the dirt, attempting to catch...
Misjudged – Part Five
Short Story After realizing that his parents were waiting for him at the end of the path, Tommy stopped short. Cash stumbled into him and said,“What’s the hold up, little man?” Tommy, who was too...
Realizations
Poem I realized, Perfect weekend is sitting in bed and reading a book I realized, You cannot have everything you want in life. I realized, It is okay to have no one beside...
Young Once
Poem Properly, your shoes plant On the ground off that last step Of the porch steps Momma looks on, her unwavering Glance Two things, faith and dynamite Which will be graced unto you...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Conclusion
Haibun Poem August 25th 158 Main is mobbed during breakfast. We’re seated at a booth next to their bakery display case. Feeling ignored. Somehow our waitress arrives with a hot coffee refill for...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part V
Haibun Poem August 24th The best part of the watermelon walk? Eating seeded watermelons under the Adventure Rangers Meeting tent after it ends. excited girl’s young cupped hands hold A trembling frog Mid-afternoon,...
I Wish to Help
Poem Beaten I wish to use as explanation At least I know Why Invisible bruises Pain throbs every movement as if middle spine broke Canvas lies waiting wanting My fingers My purest touch...
