Open Meeting
Haibun Standing room only in the community room of a local church on a Friday night. A blonde in knee-high riding boots checks Facebook. The co-chair runs the business portion of the Open AA...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Haibun Standing room only in the community room of a local church on a Friday night. A blonde in knee-high riding boots checks Facebook. The co-chair runs the business portion of the Open AA...
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...
Serial Fiction He concluded that was no good to run over the same old ground but to make something out of it. Since this was the first dream he had in years that...
Haibun Poem Voices droned on. About Chancellors’ regulations. Graduations. Assessment deadlines. In a whirl after I looked for colleagues to ask about free periods. Stapled borders to bulletin boards. Attended pointless Professional Development....
Serial Novel He dreamt. He stood on the edge of the sea, waves crushing against his ankles. The sand under his feet shifted away and he slowly sank. His body sank into the...
Kevin went white, took a sip from his mug and choked on his coffee, losing composure and spluttering the muddy liquid onto the man’s coat. It looked very much at home in the matted...
“RISING TEENAGE RAP STAR STABBED TO DEATH AT FRIEND’S MEMORIAL SERVICE.” Kevin vaguely recognised the angry looking young man on the front page – one of the many celebrities he had seen before, but...