Excerpt from a short story I’m working on, I’d love some feedback friends: “La misma? Same cut?” Eduardo asked his mother. “La misma,” Ana replied. She sat on the wooden…
Exploring a new city of San Diego, I feel like I’m glimpsing into the obese future ahead- people’s only exercise along a mostly highwayed city would be the stretching of…
I pulled the car through the evenly squared streets of the East village, stop and going between the people who darted across the street arm around their girl friends,…
Lights in the Hand 