Narrative Arc

A collection of short stories and reflections exploring themes of resilience, blindness, war, memory, and the human spirit. Each piece is drawn from lived experience and imagination, offering moments of connection across distance and difference.

• The Navigation of Arcs

  Fencing in rehabilitation for the blind. By the time spring edged into the city, the fencing room knew who pressed forward, who guarded distance, and who needed the floor to promise it would hold.

• The Ethics of Perception

  In a quiet clinic near Massachusetts General Hospital, I waited for prosthetic eyes, shells to cover the spaces war had left. Blindness does not give many gifts, but that day it gave me the grace of ignorance.

• My Grandmother on the Cliff

  The sky over Mount Lebanon held its breath the day I ran to my grandmother's house. Grandma believed her presence could protect a house. I believed she could protect the world. Then the shelling started.

• Eggs for Breakfast

  Imagine: you wake one morning and the world has vanished, not in sound or shape, but in light. You have lost your eyesight. A journey through rehabilitation and rediscovery.

• Bruce

  The bus arrived early, as if it had somewhere more important to be. That's when Bruce materialized. Not "walked up"—materialized, like people who don't quite live in this world but keep finding ways to crash into it.

• The Interrupted Path

  The Green Line trolley rattled down Commonwealth Avenue with more echo than weight in the chilly night. At Allston Street I stepped out into a roadway stripped of its usual daytime hustle. Nothing moved.

• After the War, Before the Silence

  In a city that never quite thawed from its last winter, Elias wandered through the ruins of memory. He was no longer a soldier, yet the war had followed him home.