short story
The Cornfield
He went into the cornfield to keep others safe from the person he could become. The community wouldn’t leave him there.
Hawtorn V. Rabot
I'm Hawtorn V. Rabot. I’m a father, high school teacher, and a guy who writes. I was never supposed to write and never really learned how. Somehow, it’s become a part of who I am. I'm self-published. Buy my book. Tell people about me.
poetry
Bloodhound
I meant every word. I’m still trying to understand how I wounded you.
poetry
Your First Friend
I was your first friend. I think you told me that. But I don’t think you remember me.
poetry
Fading
A poem about feeling unfamiliar to yourself, living with regret, and fading as you're forgotten.
Short fiction
She Would Be Meeting Me
She said we needed to meet. I brought a picnic basket, wine, and pillows, just in case. She would be meeting me.
poetry
Nothing Can Bury Me
You can drown me, burn me, and bury me. The mistake is believing any will keep me gone.
poetry
The Boy Who Never Knew
A dark fairy tale about a naive boy, the bear he raised, and a visit to his sick grandma.
romance
The Work-Study Job
I first saw your name in an angry email to the university box office. It took three promotions, Broadway tickets, and my lowest college grade for us to finally speak.
memoir
Blood Clots and Feet
It started with ankle pain I blamed on leg day. Then the pain moved up my leg, and what I thought was another tendon injury turned out to be a blood clot.
Short fiction
The Water Tower Rest Area
A handyman spends his shift fixing what tourists break and answering questions about the giant basketball across the road. Then a Honda pulls up.
poetry
Teaching by a Different Fire
A burned out teacher endures years of pointless collaboration meetings before finding a new school, a new team, and a different fire.
love
The Dimension Behind the Door
I knew what would happen if I walked through the door into that dimension. I knew better, and I did it anyway.