Magnificent Octopus

To live in a city is to live the life that it was built for, to adapt to its schedule and rhythms, to move within the transit layout made fo...

She looked the way I'd always imagined women were supposed to look. At peace. Relaxed. A part of nature, like a stone or a stream. The L...

I'm listing here some of the blogs I have previously sidebarred but that appear to be no longer active. Because I don't want to comp...

He realises that the things that are so important to him — the things that happened, and that he saw there, the things that left him feeling...

And so, a year and change later, on a particularly damp night in May, I was slumped on the the living room couch, where I typically landed w...

On days of heavy snowfall, I used to extend my coat sleeve to watch the flakes settle on the fluff on its dark fabric and dissolve. It make ...

Anyway, routine returns. Every day I read one book of poetry and one novel to be recharged by a density of sentences. I stretch and strength...