Finding Peace amid the Storm

It was those hot and humid October on the strip of land that is closest to heaven, and we, three cronies who, without knowing it, had...

Insects flitting in the streetlights

We look like a swarm of insects fluttering in the street lamps and scorching their wings, trying to find a little light.

There are days when the sun does not rise

There are days when winter seems too long.

From the apocalypse to paradise in a second.

The morning was cold and rain was threatening, and he was lying on the sidewalk like a bundle, a waste that unconsciousness throws on...

So far and so close

In the deep silence of my mornings there is nothing as close, nor as far as you. You are as close to me as each drop of honey is to the...