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sometimes he stops and we notice a pattern sometimes we realize […]Read more "the start"
With TINFANG “Forgive me, I’m stoned,” chuckles the charming Bryce Wayt of LA’s brand spankin’ new rock band Tinfang. Who says rock & roll is dead? Not these guys, who clutched the stage of Harvard and Stone with all their might. In one swooping note, they transfixed the crowd with an explosion of songs that […]Read more "HIGH TEA"
Everything was better in ’94 dusty cars flannels a semi-decent or at least mildly interesting president cigarettes doc martins peace signs NO CELL PHONES counting crows on the tape deck her blonde hair and that stretch-beyond-the-horizon ocean laugh it was sapphire blue then emerald glitter started floating around us and I held my breath until […]Read more "In ’94"
Little river of your cocaine past crooked trees with its cold branches hiding the moonlight of the infinite clouds and conversation and that “I never walk and talk with friends” comment scuffing shoes on muddy sidewalks hoping it stains so you have something to remember me by you remembered you wrote songs about california before […]Read more "lament"
I’m clueless and sure to bludgeon more Ming dynasty priceless china shops with my reckless hooves… I somehow asked for this I pissed off someone in a past life and now there’s no one around to take my sorrows and loneliness away from me I still want heaven…I still have it, but like a movie […]Read more "ayla"
A lightness beckons you from afar you reach for it, but the transparency blinds you so you design another option another choice you are defeated as your prophecy inside wells up against these four walls you confuse selfishness with independence you agree with struggle there is a lightness around you but you ignore it you […]Read more "who are you really?"
Upon a red balloon I ponder love and loss go far away to places that glow with pride I don’t only get dreamy at nightfall, my darling the days too are filled with fantasies and long-awaited whispers by candlelight come to my ocean for flight my arms grow into pelagic birds that lift me higher […]Read more "antibes"
The days of messy strawberries are far behind us now but when I feel a warm summer breeze I know you are with me I said the prophet’s names out loud for you not in hopes of memorization but in the hope you would embody their kind of spirit you surpassed this love as you […]Read more "for paris"
S.O.S.- Sense of self. This acronym repeated itself over and over in my mind as I woke up early on a Wednesday morning. What time is it? My boyfriend lay sleeping next to me and I covered my mouth with the covers like I always do, in case he opened his eyes to look […]Read more "The Fountain"
Ida sat pristinely at her vanity table, positioning her new, blonde wig perfectly on her head, fastening it to her scalp with an army of hair pins. She was an elegant-looking woman in her mid-twenties with two small children. George was seven years old, Eleanor was eight. Ida’s tempestuous husband, Dimitri, had been an […]Read more "Roller Coaster"
She sat down beneath the forest and as the symphony grew louderthere were memories from long agoflooding into a smokey room of sage a blanknessblack towers and crackling of crowscrows she once knewbefore she started to rememberbefore she started to rememberthe lightpensive lines with delicate handsthat grabbed onto whiskey for comfortduring solemn nightscarefully cut out crafted windows […]Read more "burn"