Fatherhood
Short Story I’m excited to be a dad. I’m excited to hear my wife is pregnant. To see her for the first time knowing we’ll be a full family soon. She and I will...
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4 Tips to Pursue the Digital Nomad Life
When you look at the most successful blogs and come across those success stories of digital nomads globetrotting into the most exotic countries of the world, all of these make it seem like a...
One Week Down
It’s the end of the first full week, and I rest in the chaise. Mira lies next to me, her sunglasses giving her that Jackie Kennedy Onassis impression. Maple leaves in the canopy above...
Growing Up
Poem On the edge of who you could be Looking at all the possibility A child leading your two feet Each step time moves a little faster Each step a promise of being better...
Mind Battle
Poem In the gloaming There are dull drumbeats: The forests are black and thick with shadows, Waiting to attack like ghostly wolves. I don’t know what’s real and imagined anymore. A thousand voices...
The Dragonfly
Poem The Dragonfly flew away it all started one winter evening when the blackness of the sky landed in the ink I felt change was around me and called on ancient rituals tha dragonfly...
Taking Flight
Short Story I’m surrounded by concrete buildings, as hollow as cicada shells. No more than a story tall — two at the most — the windowless grey edifices dot the immediate landscape around me....
Two Nighttime Tastes
I savor the flavor of the first bite of freshly grilled chicken. And yet, somehow, I simultaneously taste the plain slice of pizza that I ate over two hours ago. Autumn Night moistening my...
Gotta Hand It To You
Spoken Word Astride your prejudices Steadfast clamp of knees To hold fast Against bucking tradition Formerly, a ruse Now, matters of course Flow into oceans of “Say it ain’t so’s” Half-mast slick talk, Eye-rolling...
Glass Doll
Her expression was always quite the same. A serene face, almost too serene. It was as if underneath those small smiles and tipsy eyes there laid sorrow that had now become her constant companion....
To What Destiny of Mine
Poem To what destiny of mine I ask , O conscript fathers, so that I may have this query rejoined. I tour the western rim of the fluvius Tiberis as night pursues the...
Happily Ever After
He keeps all his photos, and looks through them regularly. She’d never said so, but to herself she admits that of course it bothers her. In fact, how could he not see that it...
