Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

They say your uncle's crazy.

What do they know.

But he writes all that crazy stuff. My mom says I can't have any of his books.

What does she know.

I like the one about the mirror. The one that doesn't reflect quite right.

Yeah, that one's good.

So wish my mom could see herself.

  • Fiction
  • 55 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 04, 2025