An afternoon conversation.

This is my opinion of the eyes of the crowd which watches you and judges you and this is my opinion of it based upon observation.

In a nightmare, I journeyed to Tehran, where I was shown home truths.

I’m rewriting a story that I wrote many many years ago. It was lost in storage for years.

Villanelle about two people meeting for the first time.

Poem.

I acted as my friend and tell the story in first person view.

Dreams of soulmates.

This is about a meeting and vitamin B.

A short story about a woman meeting her lover after a long separation.