The Receipt
Originally published in Substack October 9, 2025.
I. THE CASHIER
no-one
October
Haiku Files of the Seventeen Syllable Detective
A private detective solves domestic mysteries in seventeen syllables.
The
The Last Line
There was no fanfare. Just a soft gray box that appeared in the corner: Your post is live.
What I Want
But I am choosing. I am choosing to imagine the red car wrapped around a tree. Her airbag deflated. The silence after.
What You Become
The pressure builds behind your eyes. Not a headache, something actively pushing outward against your skull from inside.
The Costume We Never Took Off
Halloween never ended, we just keep changing costumes and calling
Awake in the Nebula
...we drift back from the edge where stars pulse like thoughts, and light folds itself into rhythm and color.
The Quiet Inheritance
An All Souls’ Day offering.
This reflection follows in the
Upper Limits
"Maya, people are going to notice. Two jackpots from the same store in six weeks will raise questions."