Driving through Topanga Canyon, and then onto Mulholland Drive, I could see why the area had become infamous for the subtly terrifying and the unreal. The place was gorgeous. If I could see a sunset everyday, as dazzling and disorienting as the one I had seen while driving along the switchbacks heading down into the… Continue reading Free-Write: Interview in the Valley
In my dream, I am taken down into the cool summer blue of the underworld. Here, the water acts of its own accord, twisting up in beautiful crystalline spirals (or down, or meeting together in the center, in a balanced whorl of brilliant geometry). I have been led down here - at first against my… Continue reading Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent
"...Now daily, I wonder what it means to be made a martyr without your consent..."