The cracks in this utopia of otherness were beginning to appear, I knew.
Category Archives: Fiction
Smelling of Salt
I lay later in my bed, sweating.
The Albanian Canto
The grid of the possible stretches laconic beneath.
A Journey through Khumbu
A journey through Khumbu //
A cornucopia of delights //
Pain alloyed with pleasure //
Bask in mountains of might.
Flowers, a short story
When I started longingly at the pool, I wished my restlessness could dissolve into it as easily as the chlorine.