Hallowing Loss
Haibun A hornet struggles in the air, slow to fly off after a fruitless search under the deck table. Emerald leaves on a barren peach tree doomed to the saw tremble in the slightest...
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Another March 23rd
Haibun Sink into a chair. So tired. Body, weeping aches instead of tears. Meanwhile, Mom copes with Granny’s birthday. Alone. Again. receding snow her occasional cough from downstairs more by FRANK J....
An Adage of Pizza Day
Poem When its late at night and all you hear is the wind rattling your window pane and a distant siren singing like a chihuahua at passersby, you might think loneliness is a...
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...
Portrait – Part IV
Poem Up! She pushed. Up! She was still. A dead elephant. So still she felt the babe’s throbbing. They could do nothing. Her children, 5 and 6, fed and washed — she wept. Up!...
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...
Janie’s Glow in the Dark Stars
Short Story Janie walked into the kitchen and saw peanut butter on the floor. “What are you doing?” She said. Her dad bent down and picked her up, placing her on his big right shoulder....
Zedlist – Part Nineteen
“That’s exactly what they want you to believe, they’ve brainwashed you, mum.” “I won’t listen to any more of this nonsense, if you carry on you can go to your room”, Valerie said. “I’m...
Zedlist – Part Eighteen
Kevin found himself at the top station. The weather was dull and wet, creating a bleak scene over the village of Edenbridge. It is one of those semi-rural areas, close enough to London to...
