Monday Morning Blood
Short Story There were three that Monday morning. One wore black leather pumps and a herringbone twill checkered black and white tailored suit with French chocolate stockings. The other one had on a...
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The Human Comedy: Together, We Make Football
Short Funny Story Football. What a mess. The problem wasn’t Ray Rice, Adrian Peterson or Greg Hardy. It wasn’t Roger Goodell, the owners or the NFLPA. It was the game itself, and the...
Animal Dilemmas – Sheep Cow
Short Story After unknowingly nearly killing the snail the Sheep settled on what it did best – munching green grass. Gnawing on the moist juicy grass was what most sheep did all day long. They...
Spring Party, Autumn Post
Haibun Poetry His son’s face is covered in a greenish-yellow goo! Chris holds his daughter, showing an “aw shucks” grin. I stare at his Facebook photo. The last time he called, I knelt...
Animal Dilemmas – Sheep Snail
Short Story Spring came and melted away all the grey from the rocky hill. The Snail woke up and un-wedged itself from in-between the two boulders, climbed the taller one and took a wide...
Three Sisters Are We: Part Two – Daphne
The bites on my legs. On my chest. His feverish tongue… Ugh, those vampires! The memories from our time on that pirate ship had seized my focus, an essential quality at a horrible time...
Don’t Sweat It (World #3)
From the baggage claim onward, things are different. He thought it would feel like a vacation. Although he was present for reasons far beyond poolside mixed drinks with a side of gossip and over...
One of 60,000 Stories
Haibun Poem “Da menos tu hija! La queremos para nueva reigna!” He shouted outside our house. We saw him from the window. I shuddered at the sight of his tattoos. His friends laughed....
Animal Dilemmas – Snail Cat
Short Story The cat took a long nap on the sunny porch; away from the city clutter and abusive smells it was relaxed and happy. The air was clean, the breeze was cool, the...
The Little Prince
Short Story I think he was a sign. It couldn’t have been anything else. He came and stood right next to her. At first he turned away. At first she wasn’t sure. Nothing...
First Class
Haibun Poetry Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me. Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look...
