Select Page
Purchase

Purchase

She spent for acceleration, which left her forever high and historyless. The anxiety to save against the uncertainty of the future did not burden her. Value flowed effortlessly through the porous material of her better judgement. Everything got spent. Money, time,...
Glowing Window

Glowing Window

I imagined my exposure spreading like a liquid stain across the back of my jet black jacket. Pacific Heights is the kind of neighborhood where police are called without hesitation when a man in a dark coat is climbing a fence onto private property at night. The...
Lattes & Light

Lattes & Light

I’m usually inside my head with the deep “Whuh, Whuh” of my own breath and whatever uptempo house track is being pumped into my ears from my headphones as I run the curves of this Andy Goldsworthy Piece called “Wood Line”. But this morning I decided to take my new (to...

Mirrorball

It’s difficult not to feel like I’ve been running in place for a decade. The people in my life who once seemed like they were on some distant, and not very interesting, path are now brushing by me regularly, their shirt sleeves tickling my elbows. They have advanced...

Fostered

Molly was a fallaway Catholic. She’d grown up in the system but the only thing that she seemed to have truly internalized was a mastery of guilt and its effect as a weapon. She was charming and warm to fresh faces unless they were in the service industry in which case...