Short stories
It seems as though everything from the past falls into oblivion. But one day we will dig up our sweet memories as we would dig sparkling diamonds out of the earth. It will all be composed as if by the most famous of all poets, who evokes the unreal and makes it a reality, who puts all into the chorus of his verses.
Read moreOn the first Saturday in August, my friend Lorraine Duggin, a poet from Omaha, was waiting impatiently in front of my hotel. She welcomed me warmly when I appeared on the street. Somewhere close around the corner a band was playing. Followi…
Read moreI step into the place where blue and green waters meet. I wave to you and then wait patiently until your Pilar takes me in. I clench your hand, which smells of salt. "Where are we sailing to, Papa?" You know very well, but you’re not saying…
Read moreThat cold rainy evening, I didn’t want to talk with anyone on the phone. I began to read a letter from my good friend Marek, who lived in Moravia. It was a warm, well thought-out letter. His vulnerability came out in it, as he was getting r…
Read moreDuring the summer, I would help Amy stir strawberry jam in her kitchen. One time, I asked her why she labeled the jars 1, 2, 3, 4, instead of writing what was inside. She explained that she wanted to know later if any of them were missing. …
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