An open notebook with blank pages, a pencil and a sharpener on it.

A matter of survival

The white sheet of an open notebook. Vacillating scribbles, a tentative reproduction of the instructions received in class. Letters lined up in words, words in sentences, sentences in clumsy meanings of a beginner’s learning. Arduous first steps on a long road in pursuit of erudition.

An empty street, houses with doors and windows closed, a dog lying in the shadow looking at the horizon, the sea on the background.

Back to Nature

The planet is ours again. Hares, squirrels and geese in parks, fish on the shore, (…) I wrote this piece to enter Fish Publishing’s Lockdown Prize, where writers were asked to submit pocket prose of up to 100 words on the theme: “Coronavirus – the writer’s response to the strange times of 2020”.

A rocky road in a dense forest.

Taking control

Ever since I entered this path, it has been shakes, bumps, and skids. (…) This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for June 2020 was “rocky road”.

Hand holding a pen, writing on paper on a wooden table, notebook and cup on the background.

Lost and Found

When my friend Nate was brought into prison two years ago, he wrote me about freedom: something precious that we possess but seldom notice. (…) I wrote this piece to enter Fish Publishing’s Lockdown Prize, where writers were asked to submit pocket prose of up to 100 words on the theme: “Coronavirus – the writer’s response to the strange times of 2020”.

Green canopies in a dense forest with a bit of sky, seen from the ground.

Swiftly gone

Only a few steps down the road, and I was in another world. (…) This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for May 2020 was “something short”.