I sit with espresso in a cup, I bought the other day, made in  Portugal. I used to have plates fired in Portugal. What having had plates from Portugal has to do with having a coffee cup made in Portugal is beyond me. I am having a piece of pastry leftover from her birthday two … Continue reading Recollections in Something Other than Tranquility [Flash Fiction]

What else is there to say about the wilderness, a social landscape laid barren, made waste by our social and political ineptitude. Yes, what could I say about the desert we have understood from how many of our formative stories--Moses, the Baptist, Jesus, Mohammed, who else in the wastelands of societies and their politics. Call … Continue reading Into the Wild [Flash Fiction]