Stories

A poetic exploration of this glorious thing called life.

We grow old... We wander and we glance. Here is one moment in time. Remember what is lost and what is found.

short story - what would you do?

Trigger warning - deals with results of sexual childhood abuse.

Sometimes the only option is to cut your strings and see if you can walk on your own...

Well, poetry, in the broadest most mundane sense of the term. How many to come I don't know. I post these things only to remove them later, so who can tell.

After leaving his family home and breaking up with his boyfriend a young man finds himself alone. On Easter morning he watches his neighbors celebrate and regrets his decisions. A neighbor comes to cheer him up.

Haiku are well suited for observations in nature, but their meanings, for me, can be much deeper in their connection to the human spirit. All these poems are observations and outlets for what lays within.

Esperanza, a descendant of curanderas, grapples with her identity and unspoken love for Lucía. As the Day of the Dead approaches, mysterious disappearances unsettle their town and deepen Esperanza’s inner conflict. During the parade, a lost soul seeks her help, uncovering hidden truths of love and loss long forgotten. Torn between family traditions and her true self, Esperanza must choose whether to embrace her ancestral powers and feelings for Lucía, helping lost souls while finding her own voice.

This is a short story, part of a flash fiction collection inspired by images or prompts.

Married to a man for 19 years. In October, 2010, I realized I was gay. This is that story.

Pauses in the life of Eraclio