Visual artist, story teller, poet, engineer, and private tutor.
Saved by a Woman's Skirt
For the city, it was a time of violence. For the people, it was a time of fear. For Ruy, it was a time of wonder. Today, Ruy would tend his dad's small concession stand outside the bullfight arena, already packed with aficionados from all over the country to see Ruy's favorite toreador, Camilo Benitez.
Wipe My Tears with Marigolds
Today I mourn you, Mother, but I no longer mourn us: we found each other in the end. I place a single marigold on your grave to reach out across the waters of time and bring you the scent of my childhood memory of you.
The Suspiciously Packaged Fate of the People of Summer Cypress
Suspac /ˈsəsˌpak/ n. Suspicious package wrapped in brown paper delivered every Sunday at dawn to a random resident of Summer Cypress. Suspacs are allegedly linked to both tragic and fortunate events, vanishing at dusk the Saturday after delivery.
Deathly Addicted to You
The night my chocoholic husband confessed to cheating on me, he blamed it on my deathly allergy to chocolate and my lack of compassion for him despite his addiction. Suitcase in hand, he walked out the door, cutting my heart out like a slice of chocolate cake. Obsessed with revenge, I reached out to my best friend Marta, who could potentially talk me out of it, but mainly because she happened to be a witch.
The Pig and the Owl
“Only the worm of conscience consorts with the owl. Sinners and evil spirits shun the light.” — Friedrich Schiller “Daddy, Marigold said she’d meet Hank in that old barn!” Alfie said, pointing at the bulk of darkness to their left.
The Soul of Chaos
“One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” -- Nietzsche. Violet ran through the desert separating Genosphere G336 from the Dead City for hours until she finally collapsed, exhausted and dehydrated. Her mind clung to the image of her dead clone, whom she had left behind in one of the many supply alleys of the Genosphere, lying lifeless under the faltering light of a single bioluminescent bulb. Knees scraping against the hot sand, Violet thought of her girlfriend Mercy, who had urged her to leave the Genosphere and had transported her to the very edge of civilization, where desert met city wall, hoping that Violet would reach the Dead City, only now visible ahead.