Tagged: son

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The Price of Life

Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...

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Fatherhood

Short Story I’m excited to be a dad. I’m excited to hear my wife is pregnant. To see her for the first time knowing we’ll be a full family soon. She and I will...

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Interview

Short Story   I don’t know where to begin, Doc. Well, start from the beginning. That’s the thing. I actually have no idea where the beginning is. What’s the last thing you remember? It...

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Lepidopteric* Encounters

Haibun We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the...

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a Lunar Eclipse Unseen

Haibun Quarter to three in the morning. Clouds roll in — blocking the moon. I had set the alarm to wake me at eight minutes past three. My plan was to wake Frankie, so...

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Buying His New Bicycle

Haibun Frankie leaves his bike by the Toys”R”Us customer service desk. Someone already put a sign on it: “bike exchange.” “Think of all the joy another boy as old as you were will get...

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A Glacial Stroll

Haibun Lake Hessian has frozen over. Two men pull a sled that holds a generator halfway across it. A couple of families walk and slide near shore. “Come on, Dad!” Frankie has already stepped...

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Relocating the Gingerbread Man

Haibun It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house...

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Wheelbarrow Race

Haibun Frankie holds the younger boy’s ankles. When the ladies say “Go!” he and the boy race up the green toward the finish line. The younger boy’s desperate hand-after-hand wheeling pulls Frankie along. And...

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A Visit to Nyack, June 30, 2013

Haibun Black icing. That dark chocolate mousse cake catches a ripple of light. The first bite — an explosion of orgasmic sweetness in my mouth. escaping rain Didier and Dumas’ French pastries We see...

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The Son

Short Story   Loosely formed hordes of black beasts surveyed the landscape. Moving in arrhythmic stutters they sought a fertile place to stake their claim. “The beauty of it, oh the glory.” In his...