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 Miss What does it mean, he wonders, waking, to dream so clearly a fear of falling, a fear of edge and precipice; to dream so clearly of rocks, of ledges, no handhold near, no safety anywhere, no hope of return, no hope. And yet, somehow...

A haiku triptych written in response to four prompt sites: Poetry Super Highway (3 birds/bees haiku), Poets and Storytellers United (April), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (valiant), and Weekly Prompts Weekender (flow). ———[||]——— Springish crocus...

Why Wars Never End (Or) Recruits It was pretty clear on day 37 that we weren’t going to last much longer down here in the collapsed bunker, haunted by our memories of life above. Most of us just want to be found and freed, released back into...

Hanrahan In The Mountains * A supernatural schoolmaster, adrift, alone, wanders among the mountains chants the names of the wayward wind repeats the names of the rivers like mantra repeats the names in solitary darkness and the names of the heroes and...

Brief Relief She gives him a bucket of gin with a shot of tonic thrown in; he drinks ‘til the house starts to spin and then… while he’s puking out on the lawn and sleeping outside until dawn she’s thanking her stars that he’s gone (until he’s...