Steve Button

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My stories

The Boy Who Thought He Could

Mother licked and slicked his hair back, then in a voice that dripped sugar sent him out to pick blackberries, to get him out from under her feet. He skirted the cliff, his arms flapped

In The Clouds

It is mid-afternoon, the time I set aside to write. Outside the winter dawdles, snow-packed clouds are holding back. It should be snowing. I should be writing. The pen hangs,

The Woods

The winter woods You already knew Were new to us Again you had the edge On me, the calm Of secret knowledge Settled like cupped water In your palm I know wood and water
Cherry

The Belt

I must have done something to deserve it, I don’t recall. Slouching from the room I’d muttered and mumbled and my father - drained from a business trip - had heard

Delinquent Wins Haiku Contest

Tek a pidgin, right? Pump it up wi helium - There’s yer bleedin' high coo.

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