I like to write from my heart, I hope you can feel it too.
The First of Fifty
To my very own Theo, I’m sitting across from this couple at a café downtown, and they remind me so much of us. The way they gaze into each other’s eyes as if nothing else in the world exist, the gentle touches along the hand, tracing every line, every goosebumps, never letting each other go. A puppy love that I hope will grow into what we have today.
Made in Black
Banished by his miserly landlord, Lucien had spent the past few days living astray like a driftwood, washed onto the streets, chatting with fellow drifters, developing a new routine of going to bed without supper. He veered between the streets and the provincial shelter for the homeless as he maneuvered between his two jobs as a line cook and writer.