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Apr 16, 2014

Toxic #14: The Dangers of Pie

Great. Just great. This angel-faced, devil-lipped guy, this guy that I’d been talking to willingly, was one of the monsters. He had to be if he knew I was meeting Vincent. And I didn’t care. I mean I did, but I didn’t. It was his eyes. His t-shirt. Damn it, it was his everything. I […]

Apr 15, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #12: Best Friends

I get more texts from my roommate Katherine than anyone else. Even Sam.  She was my dorm roommate in freshman year and we’ve been friends since. That year she invited me to her home for Thanksgiving. Katherine was a trust fund child who grew up in Atherton.  The driveway to the house was so long […]

Apr 14, 2014

Anchors No More #13: Speaking of Worms…

As the night progressed, Gary and Holly got what they needed. After some soup and sandwiches, they were left alone to rest. Sleep eventually came for Holly following a restless hour where she tossed on the adequately comfortable couch, too worn to speak of the thoughts surging through her consciousness yet too emotionally dynamic to […]

Apr 09, 2014

Toxic #13: Michelangelo’s David Was a Dog

“Great. Just great.” The one time I was trying to hang with supernaturals and they weren’t even there. What was I supposed to do? Play spit on the drunk kids down below? I picked a group of couches that looked safe and hovered behind them. Maybe I should sit. Maybe I should get a clue […]

Apr 08, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #11: Vineyards and Hills

The last winery was Savannah Chanelle Vineyard at the top of a hill. Tucked away from the road, it was secluded and sweet. The group was well into the late stage inebriation. They tempted me with a glass of wine since this was the last stop. “C’mon Garnet, have a drink! One glass.” Sam would […]

Apr 07, 2014

Anchors No More #12: Never Mind The Dog

Restrepo pulled the car into Franklin Automotive, a grungy looking auto repair garage on the outskirts of Pratt. He drove around to the back and parked, sitting in the car with Gary and Holly for a moment before saying, “We’re here,” and opening the car door, “Take your bags and let’s get inside.” Holly gabbed […]

Apr 02, 2014

Toxic #12: So This is What Marie Antoinette Felt Like

“Jesus. I can’t believe someone from New York could have such a total lack of fashion sense. Did you never go to H&M?” Julia was smoking a joint in the back seat of Scott’s car, and the musky smell made my eyes water. I flipped her off and then rolled down the window. I couldn’t […]

Apr 01, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #10: The Smell of Wet Grass

Waiting is tough for me but when you get paid to wait around it isn’t so bad. I was parked on the Embarcadero waiting for the group dining at The Slanted Door. My mind started to drift back to the events of the past days. Between writing short pieces on local news and working on […]

Mar 31, 2014

Anchors No More #11: The Dark, Empty Streets of Freedom

They passed the taco truck and continued north, leaving behind the small town that served primarily as the quick lunch or dinner destination for ARLIS employees. Beyond the town they hit open countryside, moving towards the highway and a straight shot west to Pratt. The Kansas roads were gloriously dark and empty, filling Sebastian Restrepo […]

Mar 26, 2014

Toxic #11: Genetics Are A Bitch

“What are you talking about?” My grandmother got off her perch and started back with the floating around. “The flowers. The mistletoe in the trees. There’s iron in the walls, too.” “He’s got an iron in his walls?” She’d lost me. “Not an iron. Iron plates and nails. Even the beams under the floor.” “Isn’t […]

Mar 25, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #9: Flora’s

Going to a florist turns me into a spendthrift. It’s the same reason why they tell you not to go grocery shopping when you are hungry. You end up buying more than you want, but I had a good reason. I was at Flora’s shopping for a bouquet to send my mother for her birthday. […]

Mar 24, 2014

Anchors No More #10: Seven To Go

The sunset brought the chill, placing a frosty edge on the moist air. Holly pressed her body into Gary, his arm wrapped around her tight trying to keep her warm. Still lying in the tall grass as they had been for the past four hours, they watched the red then orange and then purple brilliance […]

Mar 19, 2014

Toxic #10: When Smurfs Attack

My grandmother floated back over as my father went inside. “What’s up with you and the flowers? You almost blinked out,” I whispered. She shook her head and gestured for me to be quiet. “You look like a Smurf.” She glanced down at herself, her hair floating in a fizzy blue puff. “What on earth?” […]

Mar 19, 2014

Toxic #9: Don’t Stop and Smell Those Roses

“Toxic Cinema, #157 – That’s One Way to Clean up the Clutter…” “Fahrenheit 451,” the book, rocks. “Fahrenheit 451,” the movie? Eh. The concept that firemen don’t actually put out fires, but start them, still tickles me. A fireman existing to burn books, because books rot the mind, is still the stuff of nightmares. The […]

Mar 18, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #8: A Loose End

I had several messages from Sam. The last one he left was, “Garnet, call me. I know you don’t want to do this for the rest of your life. Hey, neither do I. Can you give me a few more days? There’s a job this Saturday that I don’t have anyone else to do. I’m […]

Mar 17, 2014

Anchors No More #9: Hurry Up And Wait

Gary and Holly followed Sebastian Restrepo without question. In a daze they walked, their confusion matched only by their weary fatigue as they were taken this way and that, down the hall then left, waiting, needing to ask questions, to probe for some indication of where they were being taken, where was their research, what […]

Mar 12, 2014

Toxic #8: Why You Should Never Feed Stray Dogs

I dropped some cash on the bar and spun toward the door. That was enough rubbing elbows with the supernaturals for one day. My neighbor gripped my arm. “Hey—you okay?” I glared at his hand, not sure I was up to responding. A pale blue tattoo twisted around his wrist near the cuff of his […]

Mar 12, 2014

Toxic #7: Chess: A Contact Sport

I shifted from foot to foot, my sneakers making a soft squelch in the puddle I was leaving. Was this some kind of private club? A mob place? Something else? I edged my way to the bar, my eyes darting left to right. There was nothing remarkable, nothing that should’ve set my City Girl instincts […]

Mar 11, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #7: Driven

I drove a dune buggy once in the Pajaro Dunes. Does that count as driving? How about watching retro Mad Max movies with those crazy cars? I grew up in Hong Kong where no one drives. The subway system is Blade Runner, while BART is like the stage coach. My father was the only one […]

Mar 10, 2014

Anchors No More #8: His Mother’s Eyes

Sebastian Restrepo left Columbia at the age of nineteen, running away one night under the guise of the chaos of the riots. He went North, arriving in San Diego five months later with only fifty-eight credits, a handful of paper money, his military-issued pistol, and a folded and worn photo of his mother and sister […]

Mar 10, 2014

Castro Bridge Mix #17: Bidding Wars

The Olympic Club “I thought I’d never see you again.” Dereck felt a sudden rush go through his body. He felt suddenly more complete as he looked into Waffles’ face. “Well aren’t you the little drama queen. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’ll always be your friend, Dereck.” Waffles realized that several […]

Mar 05, 2014

Toxic #6: If You’ve Seen One Alley, You’ve Seen Them All

I was on a street corner waiting for the light to change, freezing my butt off and soaked to the bone. My coat was in my locker at school because I’d been too busy thinking about werewolves to remember to grab it. In my defense, I hadn’t expected it to be thirty-five and sleeting. I […]

Mar 05, 2014

Toxic #5: Puberty And Full Moons Don’t Mix

      “Toxic Cinema, #156 – Puberty and Full Moons Don’t Mix” Tonight we’re talking about “Ginger Snaps,” a little film from 2001 about suburban Goth girls with a death wish and menstrual problems. Seriously, why do writers insist on tying that time of the month to girls getting eaten by monsters or transformed […]

Mar 04, 2014

Assisi & Brannan #6: Grease Monkey

When I was in Hong Kong, Sam’s family moved into the same building where my family lived. He and my brother, James, attended the same missionary school and soon became inseparable. They played football after school in the field nearby in the evenings. It was strange at first to hear the light-haired, grey-eyed boy speak […]