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…In Search of a City: Los Angeles in 1,000 Words

Inspired by photographs taken around the Los Angeles area, the book features short stories from 26 authors, including Craig Clevenger (The Contortionist’s Handbook, MacAdam/Cage Publishing), Richard Thomas (Transubstantiate, Otherworld Publications), Nik Korpon (Stay God, Otherworld Publications), Simon West-Bulford (The Soul Consortium, Medallion Press), Pela Via (Warmed and Bound: A Velvet Anthology, Velvet Press), Gordon Highland (Major Inversions), L.A. Poet Dennis Cruz, and emerging writers from around the world who are making their voices heard.

Each author was asked to select a photograph from a collection taken by the editor and write a story of precisely 1,000 words inspired by what they saw – no more, no less. The result is quintessential Los Angeles: Dreams, Drugs, Hallucinations, Romance, Life and Death, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Redemption. Like the city itself, the book is multifaceted, hard to label and even harder to put down.

…In Search of a City: Los Angeles in 1,000 Words 
Available on and
on November 23rd, 2011

student words

Dear Dward

Hi! I’m Sylvia-Smylvia [Meant to be Shmylvia]. I’m sad that you are go back to USA. Good bye!

p.s. Is your dog still alive?


To Edward dward teacher

I’m Lucy-guccy [Meant to be Lucy Goosey]. Why are you didn’t give me a candy!? Mmm…I will forgive you because I’m kind <3. Bye, teacher!

–Lucy Guccy


To Dward Teacher

Hi, I’m Jea. I’m very happy sad that you are go back to USA, too. Do you want more wasabi?

–Kind, handsome Jea


To Dward Teacher

Hi, I’m Aileen. You are a good teacher. Good bye. ^_^


To Dward Teacher,

Hi. I’m Jully. I’m sad that you are go back to USA. Good bye bye bye bye bye

–very very kind Jully


–Banana Anna was gone to USA!

i am not a machine

We asked the following: if President Kerr actually tried to get something more liberal out of the Regents in his telephone conversation, why didn’t he make some public statement to that effect? And the answer we received — from a well-meaning liberal — was the following: He said, “Would you ever imagine the manager of a firm making a statement publicly in opposition to his board of directors?” That’s the answer! Now, I ask you to consider: if this is a firm, and if the Board of Regents are the board of directors, and if President Kerr in fact is the manager, then I’ll tell you something: the faculty are a bunch of employees, and we’re the raw material! But we’re a bunch of raw material[s] that don’t mean to have any process upon us, don’t mean to be made into any product, don’t mean to end up being bought by some clients of the University, be they the government, be they industry, be they organized labor, be they anyone! We’re human beings! 

There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!

we wont sleep::addicted to the night

Feeling so restless. Not sleeping. Eating, though. Went to my chicken guy and ate a great deal of it. Been wandering on youtube all day watching silly videos, feeling like exploding. I should be finishing the edits on the novel so I can begin the next one which is swarming inside me, taking over all my thoughts, all these visions

that I keep seeing and I need it, want it, this story cutting through spacetime framed by immortality and all about probably love. It always is. Always love because likely I don’t or can’t understand it.

Heartless romanticism, what to cure this insatiable desire.

I feel so lazy when I’m not writing. There’s no reason for that, of course. I wrote more in the last month than most people will write this year. More than most people will write within two years, probably, but that doesn’t make me feel better. It just makes me know that I’m behind where I want to be. I want to write five novels over the next year. I’ve written five over the last fourteen months, so I figure I should be able to write five more. I spent a lot of time doing nothing this year, too. Also, to aid the process, I’ve a few novels already in various forms of completion. Two, for sure, that could easily be finished before 2012.

2012. I’ll turn twenty five that year. Before that, I’ll have my first novel published. I don’t think I’ll be submitting anything until I finish the tenth novel.

Actually: mission decided. No submissions until the tenth novel is complete.

And just like that, I’ve left myself exactly where I want to be: alone with the words.

Probably going to do something stupid tonight.