Contents

Articles/Essays

Fiction

Cordoba



Mom moved up to Santa Barbara, and Dad started having girlfriends over. Ladyfriends, he called them. When I stayed home sick from school, I saw the ladyfriends leave for work. “How cute. Is this yours?”…



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Wide Angle



I told Darcy I’d meet her here. Right here. I can’t say where here is. I’ve made promises. We’re going to grab a bite to eat.  You wouldn’t know to eat here. It’s on the…



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Notes

Poetry