Neon Shards on Slauson
A group of kids from South Central built their own arena from nothing and found a shard that made them unstoppable. By the time they realized what it was taking in return, the game had already decided it would never end.
All Towers, No Exit
At a secret Tarot Mass where the lost come to be told who they are, the deck begins returning only one card: the Tower. As the ritual devours itself and the congregation transforms under its weight, a single refusal becomes the only exit left in a room built on surrender.
Lanterns Across The Salt
On a night when Death Valley accepts every regret offered to it, a woman arrives with nothing but silence. By dawn, the salt flats will decide what that silence is worth.
One Year, Unclaimed
In a Venice recovery meeting where the surf seems to clap in time with every milestone, one woman waits for a friend who never arrives to claim her year of sobriety. As the chair beside her sinks deeper into the sand and the ocean begins offering its own testimony, she is left holding the only version of the truth that still feels alive.
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.”