He drove East on Sunset, past Alvarado and around the curve at Glendale Boulevard and turned down Logan Street to where he lived. He went inside, changed, picked up a book from his desk and walked the block back toward Sunset away from the lake. Nothing was recognizable. It was a place, when he was …
BY WENDY RAINEY Sherwood Forest Inn, Your sign advertises hot fantasies. But before I address the issue of your lack of them, I want to talk about how disappointed I was when I walked into your establishment and found not a trace of Robin Hood, the Sheriff of Nottingham, Maid Marian, Friar Tuck, or even Little John. …
BY WENDY RAINEY There was a time when the Big Boy Combo, consisting of the original double-decker cheeseburger, fries, side salad, and coke, was the biggest treat in the world for me. After the meal my parents would wait while I ran to the fiberglass statue out front. I climbed up onto the platform and hoisted myself up by grabbing one of Big …
BY A. RAZOR when you are in it, deep in its streets, folded into the masses like a lone ingredient a particle that creates the mass of the whole then you can lose the perspective you will need to keep the spirit that it will take to keep something away from all the grasping hands …
I’m a teenager reaching for buttons
kissing through curtains of cumin colored hair
listening to a soundtrack of
washing machines as they
hit the back of
a garage wall,
where we are,
where we tangle in spider webs
and count our legs
BY WENDY RAINEY
And the time could not be more fitting.
I just got home after one of those more frustrating nights.
You know, one of those nights where you just want to burst through your door to run to your bed and take hold of your pillows, not because you want to cry into them, but because you want to scream into them?
Or you know, one of those nights where you just really need a good walk, or just a really good drink, or just any god-damn really good something because damn this world can be so fucked up sometimes?