A Day in Jackson’s Life

Copyright -Renee Heath

Copyright -Renee Heath

“Mornin’, Jackson!” Mr. Pears waved at me.

“Hello, Mr. P-P-Pears…”

“Hey Jackson, what do you think of my pirouette?” Trix beamed.

I smiled. “You’re getting b-b-better each day.”

Same thing happens every morning when I walk to school…

After crossing the street, I looked back at the rubble of destruction where Bidwell Exchange had been.

Mr. Pears waved at me again with the scorched stump where his arm had been.

And Trix smiled at me in her soot-stained tutu, jaw melted and teeth exposed halfway up her cheek.

I kept walking, saddened and frightened as their envious gazes followed me.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

Shooting Up

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Shooting Up

Listened to the rain tap, tap, tapping on my windowpane…

Old, young, dead or living, the heavens piss on us just the same.

My trembling fingers, tap, tap, tapping on the syringe…

The trouble with people is that they care. ‘til they don’t.

The rain stopped. Somewhere, a rainbow shimmered into being. Couldn’t care less.

Then they came…After all… tap, tap, tapping on my door…

Just like that, the world was jarringly bright.

Too late.

Could hear my own teardrops tap, tap, tapping on my bedroom floor…

My soft sigh shattered into silence…

No blue skies up here. Only darkness.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

Mary, Mary

Copyright -Anelephantcant

Copyright -Anelephantcant

Mary always waved at me as she rattled along on her shiny bicycle.

Mary, Mary, everyone loved Mary…

Quite contrary. Always, I’d hope that she’d fall flat on her face.

Would’ve loved to have that face…

Bicycles are shit. But I would’ve loved one.

Not everyone had doting dads to teach them how to ride a bike, you know…

Everyday she’d pass by, hair streaming behind her like a golden kite.

Come to think of it, I’ve never even flown a kite. But I would’ve loved to.

Was it me? Did I run her over?


Would’ve loved to, though.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

Ligo Haibun Challenge ~ Monsoon / Haze

Sami Simpleton vs the Sky

The wind howled when it rose and it pounded heavily , rivaling the loud thrumming of her heart. The rain pelted fervently, covering the pavement with a thousand sparkling diamonds. In the midst of it all she stood, much like a deranged bride, veiled with a tempest of hair -damp, dark and disheveled.

She trembled. Not from the cold. But from too much courage.

Strangely formed clouds hovered above her and she raised her face up to them, challenging them, urging them to bring it on. Cool raindrops beat against her face without mercy but the currents of air quivered with her defiance.

She leaped over puddles with such admirable grace while dodging liquid bullets with her pink parasol. The wind persisted. And she fought on, with a kind of breathless intensity that only fools could possess. She finally reached her destination, dirty and dripping wet… but quite proud of herself.

Suddenly, out of the muddy haze, the sun emerged -all bright and buttery and gloating over its triumph.

Face turning crimson, she shook her umbrella angrily towards the sky. Then she shook her head, laughed and whistled a happy tune. One day, she’ll beat the heavens to its own game.

But for now, well, it’s a bright sunny day. =)

splendid burst of gold
changing the tide of battle
piercing through the clouds

Ligo Haibun Challenge


Stop, Look and Listen

copyright - Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter


A nursery rhyme was playing in the car…


That’s me on the bed…not dead, but I wish I were.

And Listen!

Should’ve listened to my husband… should’ve never insisted on driving…


I tried to… but it was too late…


Blood trailed down my thighs in slow crimson rivulets…

And Listen!

The night swallowed my screams.


Goes the life monitor… No! Don’t try to wake me.


Please, just let me die. I need to be with my baby…

The small jeep…

It’s coming to take me… to my baby… Oh, but so much blood…

…is running down the street.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

hi 🙂 i hope you’re familiar with the nursery rhyme ^^ i’m sooo behind in reading the stories from last week. just really busy but i’ll try to catch up!! thank you. ^^ xo

The Fool

Copyright -John Nixon

Copyright -John Nixon

“It wasn’t easy being the fool… I walked in on them… My wife and my bestfriend. Rand was just teaching me to play, she said. Couldn’t see them but damnit I could smell it on them! Oh I laughed, said it sounded funny, like someone was playing the piano with their ass… and like the fool that I was, insisted that he stay for dinner.”

“So you put cyanide in their drinks?”


It wasn’t cyanide.

The man’s blind, innocent, a fool …a father.

That time, I wished I were a fool too.

“Your teenager… Where was she that night?”

© 2013 K.Z. Morano


Copyright – Danny Bowman

Copyright – Danny Bowman

OLD SCHOOL DIRT. The letters screamed at him.

They were cold and piercing like the telephone’s silvery shriek.

He remembered that sound. It held a certain magic for him… a surprise, someone who remembered…

He had given the best years of his life to them and they had let him go just like that.

Depreciated, defaced and forgotten … he and the old payphone, that’s what they were…

Two tragically obsolete entities left behind by the fast-moving world.

Perhaps it’s time for him to move on as well.

Without looking back, the angel stretched his immaculate wings and flew home.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano