She spoke first. Actually, he was relieved. The silence between them had been long and awkward. He noted the soft murmuring of voices from neighboring tables, the occasional clink of…
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Wanda Hu
So what you going get for your girlfriend? Valentine Day l’dat? –I no mo girlfriend, Uncle. No mo? Bettah get one before you get too old like me. –You had…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Host with a G
My ironwood tree is a ghost. My habit of calling it MY tree has made it the ghost of an idea I had nearly twenty years ago when I planted…
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Rules for the September Year of the Pig writing contest : )
Rules? There are no stinking rules. Oh, wait — Every Monday through Friday, a word of the day will appears under the BLOGS tab at the top of the page,…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Do they? Still?
When I was a kid and ate candy bars, my favorite was Mountain Bar. Like a miniature mountain with a heavy coating of peanut-laced milk chocolate, its nougat interior sweetly…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
ON HE RODE — Chapter Sixteen
“My dad’s better’n your dad.” “My dad’s stronger.” “My dad can pick up a bag of cement.” “My dad can pick up a bag of cement with one hand.” “Can…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Comfort Chicken
Comfort Chicken Long time ago. We used to have pets dat we love and feed and take care dem. We save da bes piece of leftovah meat fo dem. We…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Enema
So I looking in da laxative aisle at Longs. I get one problem. All kine get: prescription strength, fast action, gentle action. For me, no action. Da CVS enema on…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Whisper
At the edge of consciousness, a rhythmic sound like breath of leaves being swept, of leaves sweeping the window, the wall, the rooftop– distinct from the floating thunder of the…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Silence
Silence. Our house, we neva talk. Daddy come home and only tell about work. Not even one long story but one short, Morse code kine story. Like we supposed to…