Two new haibun from Jeff Winke

Slides Into the KeywayIt's quite simple. His name is Jarvin, the keeper ofthe keys. Hooked to a belt loop, they dangle as hewalks and make a hard kerplunk on the worn oak stoolwhere he parks his keister for the long afternoon.Jarvin's your man when facing a...

Short fiction/haibun by Ken Head

Man With BreadThe face of labour on the streetSome days, bread warm from the oven makes it easier to forget I’ve nothing else to eat.  But not today.  Not after being told to wait while the baker’s wife helped those women in expensive coats who were in a...