Nonfiction – Issue 9

The sun was setting and neon lights snapped on all over the place. Orange and white MUNI buses coasted along. . .

Nobody walks in L.A. Another lie. . .

Accept letting go of the ice cream and nonstop fish, I don’t deny you your pleasure, nor myself mine. . .

And then I saw death as an intruder, standing in the doorway of my mother’s bedroom. . .