Dyke Mirage
A woman wakes outside 29 Palms and stumbles into Dyke Mirage, a desert fever dream of queer longing, breakup rituals, and beautifully unhinged self-reckoning. Somewhere between the tubs, the time loop lounge, and the oracle in the dune buggy screaming poetry across the flats, healing starts to feel less like closure and more like becoming.
Static at the Edge of 29 Palms
In a desert where time stutters and the sky can’t hold itself together, a woman is confronted by a woman who insists they’ve done this before. This time, remembering might be the only way to stop losing her.
Writing The California Fever Dream
“Outside, the sky began changing colors like it was unsure which version of the sunset to run. A Joshua Tree caught fire, silently. Beautifully. And then reassembled itself in reverse.”
— Static at the edge of 29 Palms
“She could taste the day. Hot pennies. Sunscreen. The faint chemical sweetness of melted plastic… She told herself this was normal. California normal. A climate that didn’t ask permission.”
— What California Makes
“The heat was biblical and immediate. By the time she had crossed the wash and climbed the low rise beyond it, her shirt was sticking to her back and her thoughts had gone strangely bright around the edges.”