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It was on the fifth day that Cal saw her. Sunbathing in a red and white trim bikini on the building across the street,...

Dominus

Don Isidro sat on his chair at his home office, and in front of him where three bottles of single-malt whiskeys of different brands:...

A happy ending

  First, you think of summer, not the sweet one with the sun slanting towards the curtains in graceful breathlessness and fullness as if someone...

Eight Legs Is All

It’s unfair. With small bodies, they move in all directions. Once a leg gets broken—which usually happens when they resist to be caught—they have...

The Fay of Glowing Lights

Vienna was twelve and she loved the night. Especially when there was a moon out, even if it was just a fingernail of it with just enough light to make the night Van Gogh-esque. A brighter one would have dimmed the light of the stars...

Knocked Out

After three knocks on the door, she entered his office. Her pitch-black velvet cloak glided across the floorboards as she walked towards him. The man in question was looking out the window, letting sunlight seep into the room as he listened to an old...

Prelude to a Gig

San Francisco, back in the day, was everyone’s favorite city, ‘the city that knows how,’ cosmopolitan city by the bay, where one grew up with musicians and artists and writers walking its steep and windy streets in almost every neighborhood. This is a...

Bulul in the Midst of Change

The wind whispered and caressed the land. The night was filled with the symphony of crickets and things. It was music within the dark of the mountain, echoing, bouncing against the rice paddies that looked like the stairs of gods that made their...

Madonna of endless linen

Our lady of one day at a time Our lady of veils allowed to droop Our lady of the thrice-revised corner Madonna of postponement Madonna of a thumb in the eye Our lady done with these pulling at my ears Our lady but a tear in the equipment Virgin of...

That male thing

“Come in,” he said in response to the five steady raps on his door. There was a soft squeak as the door opened to let in a waft of the shimmery perfume the woman was wearing. Lawrence Gaston, Director of the St. Francis...

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