Little White Lines

I met Janice in a dark crowded bar in Barcelona, Spain, just a few days after her seventeenth birthday. She was from Switzerland and even though she didn’t look it, she was younger than my little sister. I was twenty five, living in a funky little apartment near the beach, and had been trying my … More Little White Lines

Tide & Fog

Fred pointed out over the dashboard. “You see those smoke stacks?” Justin looked out the passenger window and down the foggy coastline. There on the other side of the bay was an ugly power plant with two enormous stacks billowing smoke into the marine layer. He nodded. Fred flipped on his blinker and turned into the … More Tide & Fog

DO YOU REMEMBER

Do you remember how the people were dancing when you turned to me and said that it felt like we were stuck in the crook of some river or a field of wheat getting flattened by the wind? Remember the tingle in our spines as that cut and powdered cocktail of drugs rushed to the … More DO YOU REMEMBER