Haibun

Sam adjusts his tie and steps off the porch, the light blue feather tucked in his hatband—a gift from a friend. The sidewalk is alive with shoes today. His cane…

"Hope” is the thing with feathers - Serena strolls down the sidewalk, thumbing through her treasured collection of Emily Dickinson poems, not unlike a typical teenager scrolling through their Facebook…

frosty hospital window—from this bedmy reflection for a view After spending a sleepless night listening to my ticker for the slightest irregularity—even the ones in my imagination—I finally doze off…

For anyoneWho’s ever loved meEach who stopped to careFor the prayersAnd helping handsThe smiles and the laughter.What means so much to me is that you thought of me.That is why…

We danced through spring, held hands all summer, embarked on strolls through groves of falling leaves. Beside the fire, this winter's eve, crackles in our ears simmer with the echoes…

"All you have to do is stare into the sun until you start seeing angels. Gravity will do the rest." flexing his musclesthe brainiacstubs his toe

Once again, 3:00 AM. This computer’s clock has ticked away another two hours of irreplaceable sleep time. My bladder woke me and my treacherous brain denied me a return to…

no guide…I head for the nearestmirage My balance is getting worse. It’s one a.m. and I’m in a Walgreens’ parking lot cleaning out my car. Lost my father and girlfriend…

A peaceful country road winds its way through the quiet fields and pastures just south of the Mason-Dixon Line here in Maryland. This lazy pathway is not encumbered with bumper-to-bumper…

The bugle sounds and I rise from bed, thoughts of an early-morning swim drifting through my mind. We gather in the field and the camp-master utters his daily questions. Who wants…