PinnedThe Writer KBTormenta in a TeacupIt was nothing more than a storm in a teacupOct 1, 20222Oct 1, 20222
The Writer KBDiagnosing Fiction: What Happened to Boo Radley?“Why do you reckon Boo Radley’s never run off?” Scout asked. Dill sighed. “Maybe he doesn’t have anywhere to run off to”.Apr 13, 2023Apr 13, 2023
The Writer KBGranadan ThirstThere is no Victor but God, I read. Something ancient had burrowed its way into my viscera. How many like me had died in this alcove…Mar 26, 2023Mar 26, 2023
The Writer KBBullHer beacon in the darkness that I had been pursuing for the last two nights…Jan 13, 2023Jan 13, 2023
The Writer KBThe Port of AlgecirasA single number next to a single word in Spanish. 15, Justicia.Jan 5, 2023Jan 5, 2023
The Writer KBinGlobetrottersMatisse’s Flower MarketIn Nice’s Old Town, Art Imitates LifeOct 31, 20226Oct 31, 20226
The Writer KBMidnight SeoulYears had passed since I had last been in Seoul, but the city was as vibrant as ever. Time had been kind to my surroundings…Oct 14, 20221Oct 14, 20221
The Writer KBThe GalvaniThe Teacher named them both Galvani and Volta, those first two children born on the storm. They were names taken from books of science…Oct 13, 2022Oct 13, 2022
The Writer KBThe RangeAfter each and every man, our guns are loaded for us — eleven live rounds and one blank. The blank is so that no man knows…Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022
The Writer KBSecond to NoneFive years. Five. God damn. Years. And this is what it had come to.Sep 19, 2022Sep 19, 2022