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Her finger traced an abstract pattern across my palm before she placed the bottle in it. “This is a rejuvenating scent that I think might you might enjoy, being it’s naturally derived from several aromatic sources. You’ll have to let me know if you like it, before you leave.” I took the blue obelisk shaped factice in my hands, uncorked the stopper and immediately the opiate scent of lavender, cherry blossoms and jasmine sent an uncontrollable tsunami of memories of women from my youth racing pel… Continue

If you have a few moments, please go view my micro-fiction short story "At Least Everyone Got Out Alive" at http://www.hotvalleywriters.com

It went live today.

And remember, if something get's turned down here, there are other homes for it elsewhere. Don't just put it in a drawer and forget about it.

While you're there you can also go to the Back Issue/Archive section and read my nonfiction piece "Driving With Ray" - VOLUME 1/NUMBER 3 - SPRING, 2008

Thanks everyone.

When I was sixteen, I managed to impress one of my Aunts from Los Angeles’ boyfriends with my knowledge of film and the film making process. He was a Camera Operator, named Jim Hoover, whose specialty was to ride on the inside (and sometimes the outside) of cars with stuntmen driving. Jim thought I was cool enough, to offer to have me to come down to Los Angeles for that summer and train as his camera assistant. My Mother decided that it wouldn’t be right for me to go, because, and I quote, she… Continue