To Kill a Watchman

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During my last semester of graduate school, when MFA applications were pending, I was granted a sign from the literary gods. It came in the form of a poorly-worded tweet that was linked, forwarded, and tagged to me at least five times, all from different people: “RECENTLY DISCOVERED NOVEL FROM HARPER LEE, AUTHOR OF TOMore

Joe Clifford

Joe Clifford

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As a writer, you don’t set out to write anything other than that most kick-ass, amazing book you can. So it, of course, stands to reason that, after busting your balls, bleeding out your heart, spilling your soul on the page, having someone say, “This isn’t right for us” is going to hurt. More

Maria, Maria

Maria, Maria

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Seventies young physician fresh out of fancy-schmancy Harvard/Stanford/Harvard/Stanford training blew off chief residency and academic career to become the first internist naïve enough to take a position at some migrant worker clinic in Alviso east of San Jose. Our ramshackle long-neglected prefab building stood between a trailer park, taqueria, chicken farm and Route 237 on a godforsaken patch ofMore

Sometimes The Air Stills

Sometimes The Air Stills

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A boy under the cancerous spell of his abusive father. A town under the deprived grip of misogyny and violence. Both stunted and silenced with fear.More

Can’t Go Back Inside

Can’t Go Back Inside

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When the smoke clears a fire is still burning. The man can feel the flames singeing the interior of his breastbone. The grass he stands on is wet and his socks soak his feet. They had pulled him back onto the boulevard and there he stands as he refuses to sit with the E.M.T. inMore

“Out, Brief Candle!”

“Out, Brief Candle!”

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We were tucked away in a shabby strip center eating chicken fried steak when I got the news. Neon from the “DINER” sign glowed turquoise and bright pink under a small troupe of stars. The waitress had just given us our coffee. She was thin and pale, and her Russian accent contrasted with the restMore

Two Single Panel Comics

Two Single Panel Comics

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A grocery store clerk confronts his past in the soda aisle. A plumber dreams of ways to eradicate his own profession. More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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It all comes out, no matter how many years later. He hated that photo, but it was telling the truth.More

Excerpts from The Bacanora Notebooks: The Turkey

Excerpts from The Bacanora Notebooks: The Turkey

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A Thanksgiving to forgetMore

How to Make a Snakeskin Bookmark

How to Make a Snakeskin Bookmark

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Step One: Find a SnakeMore

Last Word

Last Word

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He pulls this shit each time a chick dumps his lame ass.More

Evening Guard

Evening Guard

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I should have wrapped my Play-Doh mitts around her taut, Zumba’ed waist. But instead I applied for the lifeguarding gig advertised on a white board at the Y’s front desk.More

Crane and Hoist

Crane and Hoist

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Poor Joe Riggs. Time has slowed to a deceptive taffy-stretch for him while he waits for rescue.More

Somewhere Without Trees

Somewhere Without Trees

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No one broke Jesus’ legs, but someone made Him bleed. More

He Was Right

He Was Right

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When I was young, my old man told me we were all animals.More

Practically Married

Practically Married

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Douglas heard the television in the den attached to the kitchen. I should go into the den, he thought. That is where men in families go.More

“The car had been through a reconstructed transmission, a busted carburetor, and was an absolute lush for Valvoline.” – Jordan Farmer, “Brothers”