What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
I’ll wish I was there
My earliest memory of the activity that has occupied the most generous portion of my life thus far - going to school - is...
Find A Way Out
This is a haphazard story of disaster, a generalization of sorts. The "man" could be you, me or anyone else. My "story" is not...
