"They hung suspended in darkness. Palm touching palm, skin against bone." - The final part of Refractions.

"I'm in love with my neighbor. Not always and not everywhere, just in the evening, when the world is hidden in darkness and I see her."

"In the evenings, the mist would rise. Children cried and even dogs trembled and howled in their sleep. People died, deprived of sleep."

“Because where they stomp, someone laughs, where they land, another giggles,” he spoke.

“That’s lovely.” She tilted her head as she spoke. Mesmerized. She walked forward, her fingers reaching, but I quickly grasped her hand.

The crew of Burya 4 boards the submarine where something strange lurks in the shadows.

The night was long, it was dark. Dark as the silhouette concealed behind the blinds that slowly opened and the raven cawed again.

"You wanted to know about the place where I am feeling free. Now we are here." "Here? But this is in the middle of the water—dirty water."

Our new series begins with an unsettling story of strange events at sea the night before a crew of new recruits boards Burya 4.

With his hands he traced the familiar shapes. Only a layer of paint more, only a shade brighter than the wall, they were barely noticeable.

It has gotten cold. It smells of snow. The street is filled with people.

Still water; stationary winds; a world unworlded and a storm unfolded. I didn't understand then. I don't understand now, either.

There was something strange about her. The busker frowned. She was somehow fuzzy around the edges. A faint black glow engulfed her.

I could not make a head or tail of it. Was that who I thought it was behind the door? And the guard, the rifle–was it not all symbolic?

“Believe.” That’s it. The word’s resonance paralyzed me; I couldn’t move and couldn’t understand a thing.

Thoughts about Lady History by a half-drunk warden in the park.

A hairy mass slams into my legs. George is desperately trying to get to Blubber. “That’s a violation!” I say.

“I told you I’d find you!” the hideous human-like creature said with his gruff voice.

I would like to tell you my story. It is a story of quietly observing in an ever-changing world. To understand, I am a table...

Reflections on growing up, home, love, insomnia, dreams and more - combining prose, poetry and illustrations.