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Santa Monica Eats Its Own

A Ferris wheel at the edge of Santa Monica becomes a machine for chewing through identity, memory, and every life its rider did not live. With each rotation, the city mutates into a more vicious reflection of itself, until the question is no longer how to get off the ride, but whether she was ever separate from it.

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She Was Waiting in the Hollywood Sign

A woman climbs to the Hollywood sign and slips into another version of Los Angeles, where time moves softly, art still matters, and her life has already unfolded into something fuller than the one she left behind. Waiting there is a woman who knows her by heart, and a future that asks what she is finally willing to choose.

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Red Lipstick, White Noise

A trip to the Integratron sends a skeptical reporter into a desert spiral of sound baths, retro domestic hauntings, and a womanhood she refuses to inherit. But as the white noise deepens and the mirrors stop obeying, resistance starts to sound dangerously close to surrender.

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Holy Hunger

A former arsonist returns to the fireline where the land still remembers the first time she let it burn. When the flames begin to take shape and call her back by her old name, she’s forced to confront whether she was ever fighting the fire—or feeding it.

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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.”

Roofline Blonde