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A Writer’s Tale in Four Haiku


a writer travels without leaving their desk from there to anywhere I wrote myself back to nineteen fifty-five where summer spoke to me I could see my breath I could hear the laughter of play in the morning the morning air in the Berkshires beckons me still the page pulled […]

Savage Laughter


There are three flies staring at me. From the outside of the window looking in, they don’t move. They laugh. They know. They know they can and I can’t. Now there are four. I laugh. The fourth one laughs. They told number four. Said that I can’t. My hysterical laughter […]