I'm a semi-pro spewer of sometimes interesting sounding gibberish. I write a lot of different stuff including poetry, haiku, haibun, flash fiction, short stories, and essays.
11 Mar 2019 4 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
Meditation Journal: Questions always arise. “Is my breathing too fast? Is it too slow? Am I hyperventilating? Why are my thoughts wheeling around my serious intentions?” I’m a pseudo Buddhist. I can talk the talk, but ask me to sit quietly counting m...
10 Mar 2019 1 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
Icebergs don’t mask theirdeeds in brilliantice castle mazes. Blizzards still thrive despite warmduplicities trying to shield theheart. Ice packs crush all vagaries.When cold honesty is embracedeven the most foolish romanticmust ask who Lancelot hoped...
6 Mar 2019 1 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
It is mid-evening when we finally leave the meditation hall. The half moon is already high in the Melbourne sky. The July air is crisp and damp. I keep thinking how much it feels like winter in Seattle here. My throat is a little raw from all the c...
3 Mar 2019 1 minute read 2 comments Steve B Howard
There are no bodiesin the ground. Japanese cemeteriescontain only headstones. On the gentle sweepof the river bank Kami wander. Small pink flowers fightthrough frozen dirt.A sudden explosion of colorin the black mud. This afternoon snowwill cover all...
27 Feb 2019 1 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
Some poetry I wrote. I don't really consider myself a very good poet. I'm more of a prose guy, but people keep telling me they like my stuff, so I guess that's why I keep writing. The picture is CCO though, not mine. Enjoy!
26 Feb 2019 1 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
Black mood circus strangely absent. No Cherub faced glue sniffer wears his dark Prussian school uniform or dances down blood flecked hallways. Did a rival’s blade find your throat? Artificially compliant, you drift in with the late morning sunshine. ...
25 Feb 2019 2 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
Boy at bus stop, (17), smiles away at the pretty girl, (16), in silver retro-refit Go-Go’s and flaming red mini, long brown hair matched to big brown eyes, pituitary gland murmurs PERFECT. But all goes array when smile is rejected. Surely he brushe...
25 Feb 2019 3 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
I’m actually re-reading “Homo Deus” by Yuval Noah Harari. If you aren’t familiar with it or him, he’s the historian who wrote the best selling “Sapiens” a few years back which told the story of Homo Sapiens based on what we know from 70,000 years ago...
24 Feb 2019 5 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
I don’t know if he was really as mean as he made himself out to be. Certainly his scared up face and knuckles and the scared up stanzas he dropped onto his notebook pages like spurting blood indicated that he’d been through it more than once. One tim...
24 Feb 2019 1 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
FLASH FICTION: He looked again at the text message glaring across the screen and he felt the rage and wrath rising in him. “Yahweh!” the text message screamed. “ I give you a singularity with enough power to create an immense amount of time and spa...
