Finding Ilium
Lifting my head, I regarded a mad man in the glass. His deathhead’s grimace made me flinch away from the porthole. Continue reading Finding Ilium
Lifting my head, I regarded a mad man in the glass. His deathhead’s grimace made me flinch away from the porthole. Continue reading Finding Ilium
Each box is a door. Climb up, crawl in and off you go. Where you land, nobody knows. Continue reading The Boxes Are Doors
The Prophet – a story in senryu – experience it now. Continue reading The Prophet
An autobiographical story in senryu about my study abroad days. Continue reading Lonesome Traveler