Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

A haibun I'm sorry. I am. As the father of a little girl, I strive to remain upbeat, but on most days I'm only managing this outwardly. 'Cherry Blossoms,' you suggest, Frank? Charred corpses and the white ashes of a nuclear holocaust. I see children's faces melting off and their bones crumbling. Writing this doesn't… Continue reading Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

Pink, or: Ultraviolet

A haibun Nearly twenty years ago when I was in my mid-twenties, I drove to the District of Columbia from my parents' home in New Jersey to meet an online friend of mine in person. This was during the famed National Cherry Blossom Festival, and we walked about together, chatting outside under the hot spring… Continue reading Pink, or: Ultraviolet