When I got home I found the neighbor sitting behind the bakery's woodpile, smoking a cigar. The neighbor, I guess that's all he is now. First, he was the cute neighbor, then the hot neighbor, then the creepy neighbor. For now, he's the lonesome neighbor, sitting behind the stack of wood with a curl of... Continue Reading →

We went for a walk in the cemetery on New Year’s day, greeting the future and mourning the past. A stroll among the overgrowth and overturned headstones and the piles of ruins from the war. Among all the names whose families had forgotten them. Among the life springing up amid all that death: a trio... Continue Reading →