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Writing is what makes me feel I am alive. It's the clouds of my breath and the coffee jitter shakes of my pen. It's the reminder that if I can't recollect it, I can always make it up. These are the bits and pieces that make up one shelf of the library in my head.

The most recent three pieces in a section are linked from here, but there are full indices in each section home page.

Essays, ramblings and other words

Close

"What's it like, being in another country?" was the question. read...

Look to the skies

About ten years ago, I built up reasons to start smoking. And nowadays I'm collecting reasons to quit. Today, alas, I found a reason not to: smoke breaks. read...

Perg's

A coffee shop. Strangeness. Coincidence. Crossroads. Caffeine. Magic. Honeysuckle and jasmine. read...

Stories

Contrails

A story written for heyoka on her 32nd birthday, July 24 2000 read...

Holy Smoke

If the world worked like cartoons, and all that could be, was... read...

Pith

A story about the heart of things, March 2002 read...

Lists

Three Times Wise

2 March 2003 read...

Books Read Halfway

18 February 2003 read...

Other uses for matchboxes

24 August 2002 read...

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