by Gil Hoy On those windswept weekday mornings, asphalt driveway crusted with snow, my father would get up early, put on his secondhand boots and an old coat, and exit through our front door into the blue hour to get the motor running. That fifteen-year-old station wagon would stall if…
We recently asked writers to submit their holiday-themed haiku to The Penmen Review in celebration of today, December 22, which is National Haiku Day. Here are some of the best submissions: Auntie, In the Guest Room, With a Hamper Looking for places To hide that dreaded fruitcake: An annual…