Can you become a man without becoming your father?

I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.

There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in the most unlikely places. Everything and everyone, existence itself, has become an evocation,...

One’s nature is like a mountain

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.