Haibun

so long quiet night . . .the cacophonyof a world awakeis bewitchedby itself This tale begins at dawn. Eyelids flutter open. Daylight spills in. Covers unfurl. Feet touch the floor.…

Outside the cabin, a smaller, child-size log cabin once sat next to the driveway. Over the years, a coven of spiders and wood ticks took it over, the forest slowly…

The eight-year-old boy can’t reach the first branch of the largest of a pair of maples in the front yard so he settles for the lowest branch of the smaller…

I’m alone in the desert—sand in my mouth. The skies have scorched me. The wind has blown me from mirage to mirage. But I’ll reach for your hand till I…

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