Haiku – The Road

Cold on the pavement
Prisoner in his body
Nothing moves but eyes

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, a biker loses his freedom.

Haiku – White Dress

He left her standing
White dress, in tears, all alone
Black dress now, happy

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, a bride’s revenge.

Haiku – Divided

Why do we argue
Our freedom is on the line
Unite or bow down

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, they fight for freedom against their oppressor.

Haiku – Lost Girl

Take selfie at home
Display made up face online
Never show yourself

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, a girl hides her true self.

Microfiction – Mr. Sims

The screen flashed, and a message appeared.

Hello, Mr. Sims. I have a few questions for you?

Mr. Sims looked down at his phone for a minute, then replied.

Who is this?

You’ve been a little out of character this week. Why have you disobeyed the governor’s orders? You are putting us at risk.

We’re not at risk, and the numbers are wrong.

I did not say you were at risk.

Then who were you referring to?

US, your representatives, and your disobedience is putting our power in jeopardy.

But–

Sorry, Mr. Sims, game over. You have been deemed non-essential, and will be deleted.

“Wait!” Mr. Sims exclaimed as all evidence of his life slowly turned to bits.

Mirofiction – The Wax Figure

The wax figure stood prominently for all to see.
“Who is he?”
“He’s your brother.”
“But I don’t have a brother.”
“We all have a big brother; he protects us.”
“From who?”
“Neighbors who ask too many questions.”
“I ask questions.”
The next day the father stood alone.

Haiku – Alone

On a winters night
I froze alone in silence
Life and death the same

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, an alcoholic dies as he lives, alone.

Microfiction – Resin

Lilly was wet and needed to warm herself. Breaking off a dead pine tree limb, she ran to an overhang and used her striker to light the wood’s resin. “Thank you, Daddy, for teaching me how to survive,” she whispered as she fell asleep by the fire.

This piece of microfiction is a character story from my apocalyptic novella Every Yard Is A Grave. Character stories are small glimpses into a character’s life before, during, and after the book.

Microfiction – White Clouds

They rose up through white clouds; Mary was so excited. she was on her way to heaven. “Look, we’re almost there, baby!” Reaching back for her husband’s hand, it slipped away as he fell to an earthly hell. Mary cried in her mother’s arms.

Microfiction – Ma and Pa

“Remember back in the ’70s when they said the earth would be a frozen globe? And now they’re saying it’s going to get too hot.”

“Think they know it all, don’t they, Ma?”

“That they do, Pa,” said Mother Nature to Father Time.