A Ghosting Story

Her veined hand shakes as she grips the wooden bannister. The faint knocking at the door has awakened her again, … More

Singular

Anytime you have the chance to see a blue blossom, be thankful for it, maybe bless it. We know blue … More

I replaced a faucet set on one of my sinks, the old one having ceased to function. I don’t know … More

into the forest into the heart heart of darkness heart where love sparks sparks light passion sparks grow fires fires … More

What it is important to forget all about is this wish, in what would be your classic bated moment, about … More

I feel you off-hand in my pocket just now,jingle your magic among the loose change,finger the coin of your clever … More

I’d like to finish round and glossy with some good I’ve done.Is any excuse good enough in the end for … More

The well of regret runs deep, clear, cold, hot, then high. I’m a rock tossed into this endless pit, traveling … More

Everything appeared tidy, organized,each item in its proper place,but when I took a closer look ata lamp, a painting, or … More

Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More

Every morning a variety of birds chirp and sing me awake. And I am pleased and thankful at this late … More

Every morning my father brings in the newspaper, pours himself a cup coffee, then sits at the dining room table … More

이 (Lee/Ee/I/Yi/Ri/Rhee/Rhie/Reeh) There are other variants, but that’s plenty for now. 이 is the second most common Korean surname, surpassed … More

The mechanic wipes his hands with a greasy cloth, says, Time breaks down the integrity of any vehicle,which one day … More

Where are the ones in the suits of gold,those second lookers who’d whiplash our tender necks,the heart beaters who’d burst … More

in the small hours, fingers interlocked behind my head, I search the hidden ceiling straining to see any star beyond, … More

He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More

the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More

I can’t remember when I stopped dreaming about flying. This recurred often, once a month or more. I would be … More

I can’t see you. Not like before, when I knew for sure, you were right behind me, always there. I … More