If I were cut down much too young Who would tell you I did not last? A future of songs left unsung. All that’s left remains in the past.

An essay about depression, energy and how to live forever.

We know what we do it for. The seconds so quickly become countless. Through the summer air go our echoes.

Now and then, I crave to have more. It may be for money, it may be for fun, But the hunger transforms to boredom.

An essay about a bicycle.

An essay on the Highland Park shooting, political corruption and kindness.

A short story where two lovers share their wisdom about the female form.