Writings

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
- Lord Byron

Words dissolve in my head and gently flow down to the tip of my fingers. An ephemeral mist of ideas surrounds my subconscious; and I close my eyes and seek articulation like searching for animals in the powder-puff clouds.

Here you will find some of my stories and poems, as well as a selection of essays from my personal journal. New stories will be added periodically.