Author Archives: J Preston

I woke from a dream of a beautiful word. I’m not sure what it was. Maybe it was something to eat . A special food or an ingredient in a recipie. A word I don’t remember now but a word that made me tingle with an intoxicating, euphoric sense. I could feel it from myContinue reading “Words”

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde. My name is Harry Cho. I’m what you might call a fat cat, living in luxury, high in the sky, Apt 19E. I have a doorman in a black suit; he opens the door for me when I pass by. I really don’t go outContinue reading “Harry and Frannie”