A Letter to Javier Marias
Short Story Dear Your Royal Highness, The Esteemed Javier Marías, I am writing to submit to you my candidacy for Duke of Redonda. In doing so, I shall list the qualities that here to...
Short Story Dear Your Royal Highness, The Esteemed Javier Marías, I am writing to submit to you my candidacy for Duke of Redonda. In doing so, I shall list the qualities that here to...
Short Story It was early summer when Joanna and I arrived in Paris. The spring rains had just cleared and left behind a reflective sheen on the old cobblestones. Everything had a sort of misty...
The old damp house dripping wet and sagging from the rain loomed ahead on the hill. The two boys stood in front of the gate paralyzed. “Come on, don’t be such a wuss,” said...
Short Story We walked through the dark streets of Lavapiés, past shuttered Indian, Chinese, and Arabic shops selling trinkets and mysterious packaged goods. The streets were empty except for young North African men who...
Short Story I stood on the bank of the Manzanares, smoked a cigarette, and pissed into the river. The Manzanares was like a stream of urine on a hot summer sidewalk. I had made...
Poem Life is like a burning ember crackling on the edge of an inferno but the flames never arrive instead the slow consumption of the soul when heat rises to the point of combustion...