ProseBetrayal

“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday.  Not…

PoetryNostalgia

He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason…

PoetryCareless

For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by…

Nightscape

  Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.…