Freelance Writer, Editor. No one ever said, ‘she might have been a headache, but she never was a bore,’ but she said it often.
In the beginning, there was darkness. Then, light, as your gaze fixed upon my unblemished facade. You…
I was baptized in the Mediterranean sea. Under a clear sky, the half-full moon exposing itself to me during its day time…
My grandmother died Friday afternoon on April 20, 2018. I could probably make a joke about that date, but it…
Read Part 15: A Death Foretold Part 7
He sits next to me in a blurry room and we ponder if we will ever see each other again. I say aloud that I hope we will. He nods in agreement. For a few days, the gulf of loneliness…
Over the past 16 days I have been publishing a series entitled ‘A Well Staring at the Sky’. This is the text in it’s entirety.
“Nós nunca nos realizamos. Somos dois abismos — um poço fitando o céu.”