A haibun first published in Image Curve that recounts my… First Class Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me. Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look up. Some dress in worn flannels over T-shirts. Others wear white tank-tops…

Dreaming Dad You come with us to a picnic ground. Scattered cottonball clouds float across a blue summer sky. Lush, green grass feels soft under our feet. Maple and birch trees enclose the area. We sit at a weathered picnic table splintering with age. You wear your cream short-sleeve shirt, khaki shorts and those worn,…

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a Lunar Eclipse Unseen Quarter to three in the morning. Clouds roll in — blocking the moon. I had set the alarm to wake me at eight minutes past three. My plan was to wake Frankie, so we’d see the “red moon.” Thanks to a bathroom call — and those clouds — I don’t need…