Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk 8 min in Glassell Park, CA It was on the second visit that Candice noticed the trend. Every ‘mystical’ person she’d crossed paths with had a wonky left eye. There must be some symbolism to it. Surely it validated their existence. The bulging eye of the Read more
Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen 8 min @ Umami Burger/Fred Segal, Santa Monica Calloused knuckles and fine blonde hair are not a pretty combination. Carly strained her head back into Sam’s knotted fingers. He wasn’t pulling too hard but the cuts and abrasions on his hands we snagging the Read more
“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
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
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
Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky 8 min @ Sorauren Parkette for Sonia H. Someone told me that the little orbs of light in photos means a spirit was present when the photo was taken. I took a photo of a cemetery at night just to see how many orbs came out. Read more
my settings are off. there’s been a universal shift, imperceptible to the eye. random passersby are oblivious. even acquaintances remain unknowing until i verbalize the details in answer to “what’s new?”. is it still new? it’s three wednesdays since his last breath. is that a lot of time Read more