Peter Jastermsky writes Japanese short-form works. His writing has appeared in many journals, including Failed Haiku, Haibun Today, The Cherita, and The Aurorean. Born in Connecticut, Peter lived in Philadelphia for 25 years. He and his family now live in the high desert of Southern California, where he works as a Licensed Counselor.
FRIENDINGChapter One – Ty – Ty’s Funeral My best friend AJ really fucked up my eulogy. He stood in front of my casket, fiddling with his tie. Uncombed hair, crooked glasses. He always over-blouses his Oxford to hide his gut, but he drapes it too much, and the shirt creases over his man boobs. AJ […]
How many flights did it take to get to Iraq from America’s heartland? I couldn’t remember. The C-130 engines throbbed, then whined as the aircraft dropped altitude and banked sharply. The cargo bay of the plane trembled, packed rank and file with seats. The black, plastic seats all came from the same cookie cutter mold, […]
Tacoma RainWhen you considered turning the job down because of the rain, people said New York and Chicago get more per year. What they didn’t say is how it comes relentless, starting late-October. A mist in the wind that thickens and steadies by early November into an incessant patter tapping the windows and roof of […]
Portland flights arrived at 12:35, 3:16, 6:46, the baggage handlers ready at wheels-down, having already flipped a coin for who’d gut the plane of last-minute checked bags and who’d deliver them to the bridge, where the flight attendant—their attendant—bid farewell to passengers, and even when someone else was in her place, the handlers would feign […]
I thought only bullets Lose inertia I’m extinct in Pennsylvania Our city A linoleum experiment I fell steam Eventually does It was on the porch painting I was Little black air