His gentle purring vibrates the chair, as his whiskers dance to the rhythm of his dream. He chases crystal winged butterflies and downy grey mice across the fields of playful daffodils bouncing their sun brilliant heads in the winds teasing fingers. Twitching ear tips give…

I am happy that i found him.A life where he doesn’t exist? Can’t even imagine.It’s just that i wish,only if i could see him one last time,say goodbye….it would have been a lot better death than this. A broken heart Hurts much less than A…

Note: I read on the link provided that micro-haibuns limit the prose section to 20-180 words. I wrote what I thought was enough for the poem and it’s exactly 20, so I guess it’s enough! And forgive the formatting, I think it looks better this…

Welcome to the wonderful world wide web: Where dreams strike poses on Kickstarter And nightmares stalk message boards, Taking unnoticed bytes of your time. Where the static of 24-hour gossip that passes for news Fills the empty spaces you forgot about (Plus ones you didn’t know…

The world is now much smaller Long lost friends reunite; lovers meet defying odds Strangers comes together to help in need Online dating, crowdfunding, Classmate finders Words unheard a few decades ago… yet In today’s world, they are ever life changing While sure, technology can…

word, check sentence, shake without a thought a weight in place eyes, down palms face up it is a choice to touch or trust sits, waits empty hands were I to look he’d know, look back

How Grandma loved that attic fan, and the breezeway between her house and the cellar, and the big chest-type deep freeze that meant she didn’t have to can every blessed thing she put by for the lean months, and the television that got two channels,…

Once upon a time there was a stone born blue as the darkest night.  He went by the name of Lapis Lazuli.  He was treasured for his purity and likeness to the deepest ocean and darkest sky. He never once saw his reflection. He dreamed…

The cord wrapped around my finger, Stretched out on the kitchen floor, That’s how it used to be done. Communication between two people.   Now, we Tweet, Face, Snap, Chat, and Text. In groups of three or more, a conversation so big The message is…

She thinks I’m real A real live boy Whose face in two dimensions Gazes at her but won’t speak (My voice would betray me) I’m good at this, I tell her lies Make love to her With words, words, words They’re all I have to…