The return of fiction!
An old story that I decided to touch up and repost. Inspired by way too many nights of drunken longing and regret.
A flash fiction piece I wrote upon arrival in Portland. Fear not, it’s hardly autobiographical. Except for missing roti prata. That part is all too real.
When life gives you Polling Days, make vacations. That’s how it goes, right? Right?
Meditations on nights out in Singapore while recovering from a night out.
We get more than we bargained for in Cambodia, but somehow, I think we were expecting that.
The Rose City gave us a send-off we won’t forget. Regardless of the weather.
She is to be forgiven for fear, because what she was about to say would start one of the most important conversations of our lives.
Music is magic and magic is just another word for what small minds can’t explain, so what does that make writing?
They say the best cure for apathy is tragedy. I beg to differ – fright is a wonderful method for dissolving the unfeeling funk one falls in from time to time.