Sandor
Profile
I experienced a tragedy early in my life that force me to seek beyond the limits of what my senses could register. I spent long hours with a book about the universe losing my imagination in distant planets, stars, quasars to be light years away from the grief. Then I turned to Catholic saints; San Martin de Porres because he feed stray animals and St. Peter’s shadow because my arrival to America was and clandestine affair.
I mostly write these days. Recently, in spite of myself, my writing has been maturing; one or two sentences sustaining a lump of romantic anxiety. But I’m managing to piece a few more together. I welcome constructive criticism.
Groups
Sandor is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Black and White Photography, Flash Fiction and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Writing
On Breaking Windows
Three women prayed for me, my mother, her mother and sister. Medicine had failed so they turned to the litany in eternal Spanish. Torre de marfil. Ruega por nosotros.
Soon enough this will be a comedy!
The power of breasts. Two cups of / Life’s first pleasures.
Non Conflict Free Diamonds
I asked for non-conflict free diamonds and the sales lady looked at me strangely. “Sir, all our diamonds are conflict free,” she pursed her lips and cocked her blond head. “Well, you see,” …
God came to me last night
In all of the eons full of beings he’d come across—I was the only one he didn’t like.
Not in this lifetime
Remember the cowboy games? And the birthday hats back when they weren’t made in China?
Two Vishnu
Nine minutes into the Saturday morning game, Preston huddled over the basketball with two defenders swarming him like two Vishnu deities. He was right beneath the basket, and offence’s valley of dea…
