A Microfiction
There is a Buddhist place of worship next door in a house of simple suburban design. You…
Things I won’t give up — the back of your neck, bare above collar. Hair hung loosely…
Resplendent with words and images, a poem asked a reader what its meaning was. The reader, as usual, inquired about its…
A long time has passed since she peeped out of her window that opens into the majesty of the world. There was a time when she would look…
I’m not out of breath as I thought I’d be, going all the way uphill until the edge of the forest. Twirls of vapor come out of my nostrils almost…