Morning; Voyage

This morning the bed spit me out in distaste. I am not responsible for these dreams, I think out loud … More

The Itch

Someone is standing outside the door and listening… I should pretend to be doing something that I am not, to … More

it has been a decade, perhaps more… I lived across the street from a strange woman. She would not be … More

It is when one goes looking for some forgotten book, stacked in some forgotten corner, that one switches on the … More

What had been the most eager subject of our wonderment was shadows, and shadows of all kinds… we would see … More

The door must not be left hanging on those stubborn hinges, it was too predictable… it was like the promise … More

I caught him looking at me when I opened my eyes, grandpa. I had been aware, that he was looking … More

What passions lure me out into the moonlit night, I forget… when in the soft glow, it’s quiet, it’s still, … More

There is a belief hereabouts, that the worst of the lot should be tossed out of the window, with no … More

It is dark outside. Ominous laughter greets my evening melancholy like an old friend. It has been some time, or … More