The work divides here
One path takes the scenic route.
The other goes straight for the throat.
Writing the California Fever Dream
“The world would see Malibu burned to ash. But you would remember it as a cathedral, a mouth, a siren ocean of flame.”
— The Wax Surfers of Malibu
“Echo Park at twilight feels like a fever breaking in reverse…”
— Neon Devotion
“The salt flats looked like a broken mirror dropped from the sky.”
— Lanterns Across The Salt
“The pier smelled like rot and sugar, seaweed and funnel cake clashing in the same breath.”