The Pink House

The Pink House — an earliest memory haibun “We’re going to the pink house” was music to my ears, and to this day, it evokes my earliest childhood memories. I was fortunate to have both sets of my grandparents living in my town, and I’m guessing it was much easier for my parents to communicate

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The Eruption

The Eruption I will not go quietly Behold the booming thunder I will not go slowly Firehose stream instead I will not go calmly Floodgates are now open I will not go subtlety Volcanic eruption more likely I will be going though It’s colonoscopy prep day —— Dave Barry’s Colonoscopy Journal is one of the

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Chase The Clouds Away

Chase The Clouds Away — A Saguaro Haibun Destination: Saguaro National Park. Driving west across portions of West Texas is a painful experience. Looking around, the landscape is devoid of nearly everything — no mountains, no lakes, no grass, no features, not even a tumbleweed. More akin to a moonscape: dry, boring, and monotonous. New

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The Road Home

The Road Home – Flash Fiction All signs of sobriety had evaporated by the time my third double arrived. The rye was going down smoothly, converging with the blood stream, doing its job. Eventually reaching my limit, gravity yanked me down off the barstool. I stumbled out of the bar and commenced staggering home. A

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