. As always: for my husband red wine, for me white wine. "When I was young, strangers complimented me." "What was your last s...

. I climb round and round close to the outside wall, to avoid the railing where the stair treads narrow about their central post. A semi-cir...

. Occasionally it happens. It’s almost as though it sneaks up from behind and lays a warm, firm palm on my back…and gently pushes. “Go on,” ...

. Here I am where you are not, where you can no longer walk this path around the half-frozen lake. The clear sky behind bare white birch rem...

. Will the poem be featured in the newspaper this afternoon? Stepping on the heels of our shadows we pass beneath the crisp leaves of pin oa...

. a mile ....... of hot summits ....... more hills roast . Long into the trail. It meanders; follows rises, drops with dips, turns with th...

. "Subway" is an experimental haibun that fuses the idea of the descriptive travel journal [1] with a growing interest in depictin...

. for all you late-night riders of the urban underbelly. Dirty coins ring hard on the boatman's eyes. This river is steel and fire, but ...

. He tells me how a fellow patient used to call the walk to the room where they carried out electro-convulsive therapy, the Via Dolorosa. My...

. An old colonial house. Ours. Cleaned, painted, polished, scrubbed and repaired. An object on display, a star on stage, ready for the publi...

. You met the dragon in the garden. Sometimes he flies in circles outside your window. This morning he appeared as a young boy. He shows you...

. Living in Poland was hell. But come Christmas, heavens broke loose. Everybody sang, drank, vowing to right wrongs, forget old hurts, wishi...

. interview with Jeffrey Woodward . Bruce Ross, a past president of the Haiku Society of America, edited Haiku Moment: An Anthology of Conte...

. The guide joked that the island far below but not far from shore, the one where Cortez landed, was nicknamed the island of gull poop, perh...

. We spent the holiday weekend in New York City. Thunderstorms were predicted on the last two days but clouds floated in bright blue sky way...

. The old gravestones a short distance from the church seem untended. Broken stones covered with elegant long Runes lay almost against it. T...

. i like my husband but not the older sister too bossy for me the way she likes to tell me we don't call him sweetie pie in this house w...

. Low tide. Waves rippling on the edges of the now exposed beach. Rocks emerge to their full height and depth. Deep black where tidal pools ...

. It's early on this Easter Sunday morning and something strange has happened to the kitchen. There are foil covered chocolate eggs in t...

. It was expected – being leap day – that he’d choose to die on a quad-annual date. His fatalistic demeanor combined with a dark, twisted se...

. Terra, my eight-year-old, tags along behind, making up stories as we wind our way along the trail to Peek-A-Boo Springs. Glamding, who I g...

. California lies lifeless and naked, shivering in heat. No rain has fallen in years. News crews grill elders who can't think of such th...

. Maybe in this version you are a bird, and I have become an old woman. Maybe you ate a falling star. It’s hard to love someone in a castle ...

. It was a day to be near water. Overhead, the sun had become a blinding star; and as I drove through Lyndhurst and Beaulieu towards Lepe, a...

. there comes a time ............................... the sun is shining always and then it goes ............................... always there...