Coasting – Part One
Short Story Milly: “I gotta take the bus home.” Von: “Okay.” Milly: “So I need two-fifty.” Von: “Where’s your bus pass?” Milly: “I don’t have it.” Von: “I know, but where is it?” Milly:...
Tagged: pleasure
Come, Let Us Love
Poem Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...
Coasting – Part Six
Short Story He turned his head so quickly back to her that he almost tweaked a nerve. He thought the haymaker had already been delivered. Von: “Do you mean…” Milly picked at her nails for...
First Agape
Haibun Poetry I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels. And listened to their vroom. Feeling that presence that even now I can’t name. plop...
