I published Bronx Nights in June 2025. It’s now February 2026. I left a dozen chapters unwritten “for the future.” Right now, I’m celebrating my full recovery from my two worst Long COVID symptoms: Brain Fog & Chronic Insomnia.   I’m finally at a place where I can share one of the darkest, […]

      Alex is the least spiritual person I know. That’s not pejorative. Some people simply prefer only to exist in material space. I have no problem with that. I respected that part of her enough to love her.   That said, Alex kept a self-declared witch, Verse, in the bag as her self-proclaimed […]

    You know, I’ve always wanted to publish this story. Let’s call it a bonus.   In my early 20s, I imagined I might someday be a literary voice. What became is this—but this was an early stab at it.   Away, it’s kind of juvenilia. But it’s where my romantic heart resided, at the […]

  a love letter   Once upon a time, there was a girl named Alex.   Alex wasn’t her real name. Out of courtesy, the author decided to call her something else.   Alex lived in a box in the Bronx. And all the people who lived in that box had to share the same […]