Stories & poems

Random

What people leave with each other, whether they mean to or not.

Two glasses and two hands at a bar table as the other chairs go up

20201 min read

Nostalgia

Two drinks before leaving. One question he doesn't want to answer.

A man with a notebook stays on a park bench as rain sends the others home

Unpublished1 min read

Lost

Monday mornings in the park. A pencil, some paper, and nowhere else to be.

A hand holding a folded letter hesitates outside a closed door

Poem / 2009

Shun

Another explanation. A closed door.

A pencil rests between an underlined old book and a new notebook

Poem / 2020

Descendants

'Literature is like leaves on a tree; once the leaf drifts off the branch, it no longer belongs to the tree, and once a work is written, it leaves the author and becomes the property of the reader' Octavio Paz