What Should I Call This Post?

Right now I am anxious. I hear a rattling in the near distance--dishes loosing their calls as they butt against each other on their watery way down. Now someone's tapping plastic against plastic. And I can't concentrate. In vain I stab at my keys--clack, clack, clack--punctuating the pauses. Coldplay blares. I wonder why I can't have it… Continue reading What Should I Call This Post?


The Man in Apartment B

They tell me I am losing things. At first it started out small: a name here, a birthday there. Then the things got a bit bigger, somewhere in the neighborhood of where did I set my keys and where did I park my car. No one was too concerned. “Papa’s getting a touch forgetful,” as… Continue reading The Man in Apartment B