Given the mathematically-proven inequality concerning police violence against African Americans, and the countless videos of police assaulting protesters, this doesn’t seem like the ‘land of the free’ right now, but it still can be the ‘home of the brave.’ You can always, always be brave. Be brave enough to speak your mind. Be brave enough […]
Deep in the lower corners of his living room, the Regional Accounts Manager crouched, drenched in sweat. With feather duster in hand, and a mop in the other, he worked, mid-panic, frantically tidying up all evidence that someone lived in his house. He adjusted picture frames. Wiped chair seats. Brushed the thin coat of his […]
The stucco ceiling above Jensen Mildred’s head creaked and groaned under the heavy tread of footsteps. Again his television was not loud enough to compete. Not against their walking, not against their lovemaking, not against any of their arguments. Only earplugs drowned out Jensen’s upstairs neighbors now, and only if both parties had their windows […]
Having a ghostly experience onboard the RMS Queen Mary is a special initiation into Los Angeles. It’s like witnessing Angelyne’s pink Corvette, not panicking during your first earthquake, or maintaining your pride as an actor. I’ve heard all the stories. A dead little girl in the swimming pool. A sailor crushed in ‘Doorway 13.’ Hell, […]
Hold. When death rips tears from your eyes. And the cascading hope of this moment seizes every potential ending. Hold. When the world digs bloody deep into the chest. And that unified beat from which you reaffirm your life is partially extinguished. Hold. When an avalanche of misfortune inhumes you from all light, driving you […]
Pat Boccuzzi 