You’re liable to figure me out

Story Re-Writes Beneath the surface of love, interlocking webs lie, tangled and varied in contradicting directions, of latching on and letting go. Sometimes the synapse fires, inducing benevolence, and belief. At other ends the water leaks in (out), laced in doubt, and we begin to sink. Miles pass between us, even while sitting side-by-side. Squint … Continue reading You’re liable to figure me out

They say its me that makes you do things

Mazzy Star’s album, She Hangs Brightly, reminds me of the blood red crushed velvet baby-doll dress I used to wear all the time. It reminds me of the smell of strong coffee and Marlboro red cigarettes, Sandalwood perfume oils and incense. It reminds me of Wilshire, the Winged Heat Cafe, and that last apartment we … Continue reading They say its me that makes you do things