Digital Garden

“What on earth? This is…” She did not finish her sentence. Just started laughing and kept pointing at the cactus plant they had stolen the night before from the restaurant. It was one of those… encounters, something they kept doing since they discovered sex. They were never a couple, except... [Read More]

All I need is somebody to love me like you do. To give me back to myself. To scrawl I Love You on my left palm. While I wander, blind and frightened, over and above us all. All I need is a hammer of sound and a furnace of light.... [Read More]

Sometimes he scares me. The whiteness of his ghostly skin, his crocus eyes, his lily mouth… [Read More]

I speak to him in an old language, musty and inveterate, with a faint whiff of salty cheese and home-made bread. Here, dragons have only four letters, cars are complicated machinery and polenta is made up of eMs. Here, to be is thinner than a spider’s thread. [Read More]

His belly kept rubbing against the back rest of the chair testifying to the fact that he, indeed, put on some weight. His boyfriend was not joking when he said that. The kid in the chair kept texting his girlfriend but that did not seem to bother him as long... [Read More]