Prose

A few steps into the jungle and they are gone from our sight, gone from our reach.

Death from cancer creates more problems than people realize, as Ruthies case makes abundantly clear.

If you could disappear without consequence into a living dream could you resist, or more importantly, resurface?

Hototo, last musician of his tribe, plays his flute on his dying day and sees the future.

A memorable encounter with a gorgeous fireman transcends the ephemeral.

An essay about birds, crosswords, my countrys mascot, and what they all have to do with the loss of my grandfather.

Tells the story of people connecting with each other. Technology is at best a tool for connections, not an end in itself.

Sexual abuse, martial infidelity, and abandonment: some things dont wash off easily.