“be there when you get there, but be *here* now” I found this ‘note to self’ in an old journal today; one of many journals and notebooks stuffed into the forest of cardboard cleared from storage. Perfect timing. My thoughts tend to race to the list of things I’m Read more
After much talk and preparation – which consisted mostly of obsessing and fretting, I have begun the unenviable task of clearing out my storage space. It’s been a daily ordeal. I show up at the storage facility, punch in the convoluted nine digit code – after ten straight visits I Read more
Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling 8 min in Glassel Park, Los Angeles Stephanie was speechless. She wanted to tell him that it was rude to answer a question with a question, but his placid and unwavering gaze disquieted her. Before she could repeat her question, he asked his again. Read more
odd pronunciation over heard at Olympic Spa 8 min @ Olympic Spa, Korea town, Los Angeles “The tea is brewed good and strong today.” Her milky blue eyes stare intently at the young woman across from her. “But it’s too hot,” the girl says. “Don’t be thinking this can be Read more
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling 8 min in Parkdale, TO “Damn girl, I don’t need no sugar after seeing that smile of yours.” Carolyn blinked her bangs out of her eyes as she stirred the liquid sugar into her latte. The condiment counter was tiny and Read more
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston 8 min @ Lit espresso bar, Roncesvalles He thought of overcharging her. It had been a long time since anyone sent a fax. “How many pages?” he stalled. “One.” He watched her eyes take inventory of the handmade signs behind him. Read more
Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges 8 min @ Farenheit A nickel sized circle of brown bliss sat at the bottom of the cup. Chloe had stopped herself from draining the cup because she didn’t want the delicious moment to end. It was her first Turkish coffee. It was good, but Read more
Crash by J.G. Ballard 8 min in Parkdale, TO The Englishman was being a twat. Madhu loved the word ‘twat’, it was a perfect marriage of sound and meaning. Madhu could tell the Englishman was lying to his wife. In his five years driving cab he had learned a Read more