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Fiction

 

Genetics: Haibun by Roberta Beary

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

GENETICS Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them.   abortion day a shadow…

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Running with the Yaks: Haibun by Bob Lucky

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art credit: Baptiste Charruyer, Photographer, Paris, France RUNNING WITH THE YAKS   My friend is going blind. He’s known this for most of his life. It’s genetic and can’t be corrected. His father went blind the same way. Gradually the periphery disappears and you’re squinting at…

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Dear Nancy Drew: Haibun by Roberta Beary

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art by Susanne Knapp, Voxholm, Sweden DEAR NANCY DREW It’s me. Your newest author.   I’m here to tell you it’s time. To come out. Of the closet you’ve spent decades in. It must be getting old.   How long is Girl George willing to…

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Rag-dolls: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

22 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass.   There is silence . . . a blanket of windless heat punctuated by the caw of crows and…

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Never Again by Thomas Elson

12 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

NEVER AGAIN “John, come in and eat. You’ll be late for your meeting,” said his wife. “Ja, Ja. I know,” said John who continued to stand on the porch and pondered his options. “I’m waiting for Lawrence”. John braced as if expecting the Great Plains…

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oh cupola: haibun by Peter Newton

05 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

OH CUPOLA your little room barely big enough for a party of gnomes cousin of the widow’s walk uncle to the weather vane dear old cupola falling in for all to see if only people knew for how long and how far from where you…

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The Complaints Department by Dan Nielsen

31 May 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

THE COMPLAINTS DEPARTMENT Edgar Manx managed the Complaints Department at Goldblatt’s. He had an office with a window and a secretary. “Miss Evans, take a letter.” Kathy Evans scowled and made an irritated sound. She pushed the roller chair away from her desk, stood, straightened…

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