Daniel E haislet

Category: Stories

  • how grief is like water in grace-shaped glass

    how grief is like water in grace-shaped glass

    Warning! This poem was inspired by notes in my journal that I wrote while I sat with my dad in hospice.

  • Guys Like Me

    The cashier at Loves, a rugged woman, warned us that the canyon was dangerous and offered free advice on surviving the trip. She said, most people don’t think about it, but watch out for the sheep. They kick rocks off the walls. The lady at Love’s told us we’d find scorpions with the black-light.