Hop-on, hop-off

I think of that day every time I ride the LRT and remember those conversations when I walk through a station. I notice what would probably be only a blur if we hadn’t taken that time to be curious, if each piece was not now invested with the memory of the voices of friends.

Kindness

I've been experimenting with non-poetic forms lately, including flash fiction, like this 171-word story.

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