Domestication Vacation
My dishwasher was an exotic beach. It was impossible to notice until it happened. It was early in the morning, but not so early that…
Recent Writing
Editing Mode
It’s been quiet here lately. You know what that means: I’m editing. and editing some more. The last part of Maybe True, Mostly Metaphor is…
The Lisbon Paradox
A Travel Fiction on Authenticity “In the vast ocean of humanity, there are a few ports where all walks of life can find safe harbo—…
You Don’t Own It, But Can You Trust It?
Thoughts on the Rocks #3 There’s a joke that goes like this: Two guys are sitting at a bar. Guy One asks Guy Two, “If…
Your Life’s Work…In One Sentence or Less
You’re on vacation, but it’s a downpour of rain outside. Just your luck. What was supposed to be a relaxing morning enjoying the outdoors is…
Found Balloons: March
For someone whose life equates to traveling, it feels suffocating to hole up on one spot, knowing that globetrotting could mean harm for millions of…
The Two Teachers
The professor walked into the café, ordered a drink, and sat down at the window bar with a huff, oblivious to the lone man next…
Death in the Morning
A shallow story on thinking deeply He sat by the dew covered window. The fiery summer sun was rising up in glorious fashion, but he…
Found Balloons: February
(Leap Year Edition!) Hope everyone is enjoying the extra day. I’m spending it doing what I love the most, sleeping, drinking coffee, drinking liquor, reading,…
Lost Balloon Café 