Unadorned and crammed looser than I want The rattle is loud, and the promise is less. I like the darker, denser ones But I’ve always been like that Lighter…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ox -- November Contest
When Jiji Sent Me a Chocolate Colored Buddha
Hotei-sama looks like he’s covered in glossy chocolate ganache He found me at a silent auction My favorite of the seven gods Fat Buddha, Happy Buddha, Hotei-Sama, Budai These are all his names Laying on…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ox -- November Contest
Collateral Damage
“You never kill the gecko.” “Can I just put it outside, then?” “No! Leave it alone. It takes care the cockroaches.” “But it will make doodoo and might lay eggs.”…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ox -- November Contest
A Rock on Crushed Ice
I was trailing after my dad through the supermarket. We were walking through the meats and seafood section. For a second time, I reached up and filched crushed ice from…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ox -- November Contest
Alternatively purposed
There it is again, out in the open, poking her eye, that tilly-pink box with the green leaves that doesn’t belong to her, white cursive font announcing its contents. A…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ox -- November Contest
Rocket Science
Rocket Science You will remember her all the days of your life, perhaps think about her accidentally, hearing a similar voice, seeing a similar face, this song, that movie, this…
Hmmm, let try something new. How about this. Look around where you are right now and choose something to write about. Just don’t write about Christmas yet, okay? Hold back…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Two
“Here you go, sweetheart, and plenty more where that came from.” Mardi curtsies as she hands me the chilled longneck. “And would the ‘here’ you reference mean here in Bryan…
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A Makiki Condo
advertises a view of the graveyard, a selling point for believers in kismet– a divine hand reaching from the far side of a life lived. At night, glass doors open…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ox -- October Contest
The Nightmarchers Before Halloween
“‘Kay, Esteban, you on break.” As Esteban stepped away from his position, he lifted his chin in acknowledgment. With a barely suppressed sigh, he pulled off the latex monster hands…