I love old photos. I love looking at all my loved ones as they were: younger, a bit unsure, hopeful... All the things I am. I look at them and I see a form of certainty. Here there were thousands of ways their lives could have played out. But it came to be that I … Continue reading The Center of the Universe
We are all born from delight. I remember a time I had laughed and the world came to form. It had shaped all I had known into a beautiful existence and, all at once, I had been transmitted to a bright brilliance under a silver scintillating sun. I had cried out from joy. I could … Continue reading Solis: A Pale Gold Plume
Eliza was my favorite patient. She was the elderly matriarch of a big family who all seemed to fit into her tiny hospital room. There she'd lay with her long silvery black hair and her head on two pillows, watching the television but not really looking at it. She had a chummy young grandson who … Continue reading The Intern
Nowadays, a lot of questions have come up hinting at some of the more mundane aspects of our lives: Why does society think differently than me? What makes the government fail so often and so hard? How can we come up with more genders? (I kid.) But they're social problems, for social people. It's pointless. … Continue reading An Algorithm to Goodness
Every day begins with a sunrise: a testament to life’s perseverance. There goes the old saying, “It’s always darkest before the dawn” and sometimes, that’s exactly how it feels like. Every day can feel like a war that is slowly won and it can make you feel winded. I guess that is why I’ve never … Continue reading First of the Tales: Sunrise and Moonrise
The Typewritten Tales 