On Friendship

When a tempest comes, it cleanses all that is dead. Including friendships.
Friends. Friends don’t flee with the first gust of frozen rain.

They stick with you, sharing body heat, and pain, and sorrow, and tears.

And when the blizzard finally hits, they hold you tight for all their life is worth. Because your demise will be theirs as well, as a life without you won’t be life at all.

Those are the friends you must keep close.

The rest is chaff.

Without Notice

Sometimes the Reaper comes without notice.

My story “Without Notice” just went live on Amazon. I couldn’t be happier about it.

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In the small-town LeMelle, Deep South, the day begins as usual for Verna–a chatty, small-time waitress at Chez Antoine. On the outside, she’s as cheerful as one can get, but hidden behind the facade lies a scarred soul, tormented by a terrible secret.

So when the doorbell jangles and a charming stranger crosses the diner’s threshold, Verna excitedly welcomes him, until it becomes clear that he knows more than he should.

Soon she realizes that her ordinary day is about to turn into a nightmare and she will have to gamble with her soul…

Haiku 57

Solar wind blazing
last breath of a lonely star—Death
rises to meet me

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A jisei (death poem) from my upcoming novel.

Haiku 11

Cold rain soaks the roofs
The birds don’t sing in the night
Winter never ends

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June 4
7 °C outside ( that’s 44 °F )
Couldn’t sleep last night. Instead, I wrote this haiku.

Eat me!
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