March 31, 2014
"Anything processed by memory is fiction."

Filed under: writing  /  
July 27, 2013
Only Late July

He could feel it coming through the screen in the open window, a change in the air, a different smell, a movement in the trees that wasn’t there before, a night no longer gentle, or cooling, just cold.

Then he remembered seeing a small dried up leaf fall to his feet as he rushed to work earlier that morning. Its death barely registered then, but once the sun had set, and he began to replay the day in the darkness outside, he realized that the slow march towards the fall had begun.

Filed under: summer  /  writing  /  night cleaning  /  
March 29, 2013
Filed under: hollywood  /  
March 28, 2013
March 1, 2013
Filed under: beverly hills  /  hollywood  /  los angeles  /