Sabrina drove the curved path to the cottage. She had memorized the road over the past few days. Her husband seemed gleeful when she told him she would be going out of town for the weekend. She shook her head, wondering what was going to come of that situ...
Once a year I drive out to see my daughter and her family. I have made the thirty-hour drive every year since she moved to Arizona. The truth is I first made the trip before I even had a family. There are a few stops that I haven’t been to in quite some t...
Sabrina was settled under Jack's arm as they drove around aimlessly. He thought about the urgency he felt when he received her text and his mad dash to get to The Drip. It was now nearly midnight and he was content and happy. The morning was encroaching o...
Sabrina thought that this painting course would make her feel better. She envisioned walking into the class, picking up a brush, and bam, the huge hole she felt inside her would be filled. She had married young. People told her she should wait but who can...
The corridor is quiet at this early hour. Monitors in the surrounding rooms chirp like mechanical crickets. It is another sleepless night as I stare motionless at the ceiling, trapped in a plaster cast from armpits to pubis. Titanium rods are attached to...
Holiday lights of red and green scatter across the living room ceiling, and walls. Paintings, photographs, and sculpture spotted in the laser ballet. In the picture window, the lights shine through, covered with our oiled body prints. Minutes before, spre...
Gotta flee Pasadena Leave this home Head towards the ocean To be alone. Just for the night To clear my head Don't do it now I'll end up dead. Passing through the tunnels Life feels tumbled Gotta fight This mental jungle. Eagle Rock, Silver Lake, Echo Park...
