Indelibly kissed by fog, her silky, cool, glowing skin makes her allure intoxicating. When she parts her glistening pink lips to whisper the...

. The riverbanks profuse with flowers — hot pink rosebay willow herb, bright white umbellifers and too many yellow species to count. . The w...

Antibes Journal II UK Correspondent: Lynne Rees 8. Bags of rubble accumulate at the side of the house. Half a dozen at first, then a dozen, ...

I let my eyes and hands run over the tools he had used—the trowel, the spade, the mulching fork. I gazed at the few remaining tin pails, ena...

. I follow her for three blocks trying to identify the flower tattooed on her calf, but for the first time in years the crosswalk lights are...

. The vacant field in which my father's dandelions were growing was now on fire. Neighbors whose yards bordered the field were rushing i...

. No way to escape the incessant whining. That slow moan building to a crescendo then fading only to start anew. The seven year cicada. Or i...

. I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont. I really wanted to see that eye. When the wind stopped howling, I rus...

For the time being, well past noon, God, I ask that you above all leave me alone, that I might just sit here in the leaf shade, beside the w...

. Someone long ago hammered a nail into the maple that was now ours. At 8, I became enamored of slip-knots; listen, if I tell it right, you ...

. A note was passed to me in French class. I opened it and read, ‘ Patrick McKinnon really likes you, Mary Jane .’ After school I saw Patric...

Yesterday we happened upon a couple of young aborigines. They were pleased with the big blue prawn they’d caught at the nearby waterhole. Th...

. The only time I saw her face in twenty years as her neighbor was on that one day in October when she failed to retrieve the morning newspa...

. Suburban Cincinnati, at the Oddfellows Cemetery, 19th century graves marked by classical columns, urns, and obelisks—these last monuments ...

. Entries are invited for this prestigious international event, the purpose of which is to help raise the quality and range of the haibun ge...

. In a dark recess of the local museum, stuffed birds—bittern, heron in dusty glass cases—reminiscent of exhibits in the museum of my childh...

After a night of fear with the anchor dragging and yawing to and fro across Cairnley Harbour we break away and are now entering a little inl...

. It’s a modest lilac-blue spiral tattooed on her smooth upper inner thigh. A symbol of possession. A chattel mark acquired a few wild years...

The hot, dry Santa Anas blew until mid-afternoon, scouring the air and drawing new lines of dust on every windowsill. Then the winds ceased ...

. He has recovered rather well from his stroke, the retired high school teacher. A couple of years ago he was still paralysed down one side,...

The hut has a backdrop of beech with an aspect to the mountains. You sigh as your shoulders slide from the pack straps. The sun mirrors off ...

The apartment was charming if eccentric. An interior balcony of the apartment above actually obtruded into ours. The enclosed courtyard betw...

Setting off from Chamonix, 1040 m above sea level. Destination unknown. "A climb up the mountains with suitable equipment," our Fr...

. Impassively displayed on the plum, sponge-painted smooth plaster wall near the Winsome antique walnut half-moon console table and tasteful...

. make believe ocean waves with attitude batter fish an Ocean fills her from inside out. overlaps into our room. gently at first. slowly. lo...