Dream- poem
I woke up one day to the pecking sound of a bird cutting down my wooden house to make its own nest. Continue Reading
dog
The unlikely ones: Hopeless
It was hopeless. He needed to stop every time he heard a bandoneon being played. He was hopeless but so was she. She held a charm over dogs. Every time she passed by a dog, it would inevitably follow her… Continue Reading
The writer- poem
I don’t want to amuse you; I’m not your sarcastic clown.Things are either funny or they’re not.I’m a writer. I want to give you my personal, uninformed opinionabout the million and one ways to be unhappy,about potentials never to be… Continue Reading