Sonnet I

Sketches, kernels of an idea or two, and making sense of the world of stylistic and literary linguistics Of Bloom, his Gnosticism, and towards a more catholic reading of literature The shortcoming of such a great reader like Harold Bloom is, that for all his Gnosticism married to his ardour, he sinned against literary criticism by writing impressionistic analyses which were, as…

free verse Who else has felt the moon tonight — ? How she tears me away from ripping open my itchy flesh — in cool darkness rosy mosquito kisses blossom on my skin And tingle me with an insufferable nightly itch! The moon reaches down and parts my hand away …

Flash fiction under 250 words There was no time to wait. The pain reached its highest pitch and the damn thing had to come out. My wife recommended I visit one of her old boyfriends, Dr. Pavlovich, reputed to be efficient, board-certified, and even PhD-ed; in short, Pavlovich was one…

A lost scene from Don Quixote recently discovered in an early folio of the Spanish novel, found in the Ex-Yugoslav Archives for Hispanic Studies, newly translated by the author. Special thanks to Dr. Prof. Galdino Borachkovich for publishing permission And so it happened, that not long after our noble knight…

flash fiction — Ronny was on welfare, barely making ends meet walking dogs — much more able to afford the co-pay on his bipolar meds — when Dr. Bledsoe broke the news. After an hour weeping himself red in his Corolla, he finally drove out of the parking lot. His spirit was crushed…

cuentos sueltos y poemas compuesto durante los días de cuarentena — In order to preserve our wits — as long as this mind persists hacemos la transición al español querido lector amable — en estos días inalterable que yacen en sueño — todavía somos dueños de nuestra alma y corazón — del regalo llamado la razón I. Escuchaba una voz tan dulcecita — tan llena de algo tan lagrimosa fue milagrosa Pues una sirena me llamó, -

A short story romance For Paul’s Wife Before he left he had a smoke on the roof because he always liked to watch the skyline early in the morning. He felt free and unburdened — a floating silence he stood on sheet metal slats the color of rotten orange peels…