I had previously announced that another of my haiku would be on tinywords. And lo, it is so.
It’s always an honor to have one of my haiku selected to appear there.
I had previously announced that another of my haiku would be on tinywords. And lo, it is so.
It’s always an honor to have one of my haiku selected to appear there.
“You did what your country ordered you to do, but you still don’t deserve this.” And Ray pulled up the U.S. flag at the grave.
I got a nice piece of news recently: this haiku has been accepted for the next publication of Tinywords. Tinywords 15.1 will begin to appear online, one haiku at a time, in early February.
This is my second time in Tinywords, which is now edited by Kathe L. Palka and Peter Newton; d.f. tweney founded Tinywords and continues to publish it.
So, again, yay me!
“Gentlemen, will you not be reconciled?”
Morning sunlight streamed through the leaves of the trees in the little forest, dappling the world and the three people beneath the canopy.
The other men looked at each other.
“John, will you defer to me in the matter of the heart and hand of Elizabeth Parkwood?”
“Andrew, I fear I shall not do so. Will you defer to me in the said matter?”
“No, John, I fear I shall not do so, either. We are not reconciled.”
Morton sighed. As the mutually agreed second for both duelists, he opened the box containing the pistols and began preparing them for use. The pistols belonged to John’s family, and they had all shot with them for sport. Morton knew the guns to be exceptionally good ones; nothing within fifteen paces stood a chance of survival.
He was about to lose one of these friends.