What can we, in this world, possibly say to travelers on the border of the living and the dead.
Between February 12th and February 14th, I fasted for three days. These are the notes from that experience. They are not revelatory, or even that interesting, but I recorded them for posterity.
A novella in 3rd person with a 1st person infection.
More than before, I’ve been thinking about conflicting messages in art.
Do you sneeze when you stare at the sun?
Since I’m not writing much these days, a sonnet in Spanish that I wrote a few years back. Thought it had been lost to time, but it turned up in a pile of papers. Written, fair warning, in my pidgin Spanish.
An old poem found in an older notebook. Silly, really.