Bloomsday Haiku

sharp rain this evening
a nod of orange blossoms
on the ground

for Pep, always

13/8/66 - 16/6/13

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National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month. This year I'm earning badges for poems with PoMoSco



Every day there's a new badge with instructions on creating a new found poem.
Find mine here. Tag #NaPoMo and play along.

The Kiss of Death

Consciousness hits as you’re fighting suffocation. Face down in a basement room of Dante’s Inferno, you’re flattened against a sea of bodies caught trying to roll over. You feel your lips press against the hollow below Yannick’s left ear. His good side.

 

Morgan’s 100-Proof Excuse

The pirates came, like every Tuesday. You know how they’d kidnap me, hie me away to some dive out on Rte. 128 and dump me on the lawn by the hydrangea in the morning. So I unlocked the liquor cabinet: shoot me.

101 Fiction: Entanglement

It's March, and there's a new issue of 101Fiction with thirteen stories on the theme of green.

"A tiny quantum of green fiction," says editor John Xero about mine.

101 Fiction: Entanglement

History Lesson: Schrödinger's Light

You all think you’d know what to do, when to do it. I’d like to see you try. Try not to see that nothing is illuminated, that no one’s walking up the path. You try leaving it on all night. Every night.

Did not make this week's grid, but in exchange was given a cooler title. Thanks Rowan!

They Didn’t Match My Jacket

When it finally occurred to me to glance up from my perfect crouch, the pole was headed straight at me. I leaned hard to the right, and there was the snow bank. Obviously, the rental guy gave me the wrong color boots.