If she didn’t play her part

His behavioral patterns, and hers, were entirely predictable during election season; but their public cheer was incongruous with his true intentions. She knew, oh so well, that he'd renege on his promises, including those to her... But he'd certainly give her the chop if she didn't play her part. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt This piece… Continue reading If she didn’t play her part

The Jram, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Jram, or: Creativity verses form

Roses, or: Moses’ toeses

A haibun Yesterday my wife and I marked our eleventh anniversary. Hooray! I sent her roses for the occasion and ordered in from a fancy cafรฉ. After dinner, our seven-year-old very enthusiastically ran an art activity, instructing us to draw pictures for other family members. She's totally into celebrating our anniversary ~ we've taught her… Continue reading Roses, or: Moses’ toeses

The Paris flight

Merle's muscles loosened, as the notes of Delibe's "Flower Duet" wafted into the bathroom. Lakmรฉ was her favorite opera. The Paris flight would be leaving now; and Merle wouldn't see Luca again for at least another week. Her unfaithful husband's "extended business trips" regularly dragged on for undefined stretches; their most recent bitter disagreement of… Continue reading The Paris flight

A domestic abuse story

Preoccupied with domestic abuse After my wife's and my recent attempts to help our domestically abused friend, my mind has been awash with thoughts about domestic violence. In that context, I'd like to share another story about a second friend of ours... somebody that we're especially close to. Her story, in a certain sense, is… Continue reading A domestic abuse story

The lazy gulls would mock her

As Aatami grew increasingly distant, Tuulikki became despondent at her self-chosen earthly fate. Whenever her human mate left on business, she'd rescue two dazzling cloth wings from the laundry and stand, arms apart, against the wind at the shore. The lazy gulls would mock her mercilessly, but Tuulikki's contempt for herself was greater. This piece… Continue reading The lazy gulls would mock her

Through thick, or: Thin

A Crystalline They welcomed in their dinner guests, his heavy hand upon her thin nape. Her beautiful, gemmed Sabbath outfit was adorned with an unseen leash. She'd applied makeup carefully to conceal her crow's feet and pallor. An unsteady smile failed to distract from timid eyes, red and tearful. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet.… Continue reading Through thick, or: Thin