I woke up with a leftover dream. I was holding this nut-shaped thing. Not a walnut exactly. It had a … More
Tag: fiction
Brooklyn A Key From Above
I am standing on the sidewalk in Brooklyn, on Amboy Street just down the corner from Pitkin Avenue, small enough … More
The Staircase
Years ago, I worked in a greeting card store. It sold everything: cards, candy, ice cream, cigarettes, toys, books—probably more … More
Before The Highlight Reel
I’m sitting in the car, not driving, just waiting. Rain falls steadily, tapping the roof in soft, uneven rhythms. The … More
From Observer to Participant: A Unique Perspective on Existence
The body is a faithful, self-navigating vessel, a Bio-Mechanical Locomotive that requires no instructions from me to manage the heavy … More
Watching The Fish Tank
I started by watching birds outside the window. They were coming and going, hopping, pecking at seed, flying off and … More
The Blind Spot in the Mirror
Imagine a mirror that reflects everything in front of it — trees, faces, sunlight, clutter, beauty, fear, yesterday’s argument, tomorrow’s … More
Catching This Moment
I remember those days like they were yesterday. The field stretched out wide, and the ball came off the bat … More
The Thread Of Awareness
Sometimes, when emotions like anger or frustration take over, it feels like everything inside us is in a knot. Our … More
The Window Between Trains
It started with a train ride. I was sitting by the window, not really thinking—just watching. Another train pulled alongside … More

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