Volume 2 | Winter 2019
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Don’t Wake Me Up, Just Yet
It’s the dream where I recite my social security number forwardsand backward before I can have sex. Isn’t that a…
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Sanctuary
there is a small hill near my father’s homein San Antonio where a singlelamppost spreads a golden circleinto the night…
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Feeding the Fish
The lone algae eater, who somehowsurvives our neglect, hides inside a castle.When I tap the glass to see if he’sstill…
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The Great Thing About Being Sometimes Hispanic
The part when I infiltrate the imperialist hive,But not the part when my wings fall off The part when I…
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Sister Cities
I love you, Kumamoto. But my missions are in a state of decay. The limestoneaqueducts, once traversing proudly alongside the…
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Shark Soup
I have an irrational fear in theshower when I close my eyes that ashark will burst through the tilewall and…
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Firepool
I’ve studied Shakespeare and read Hemingway. I’ve marveled at Poe and Hawthorne, Pynchon and Roth, Murakami and King, too. Philip…
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A Teacher’s Hope: Being Remembered
How do you want to be remembered by your students? And, moreimportantly, when?For your awards or accolades and only at…
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A School Board Meeting Challenges Faith
Recently I covered what has been by far the most difficult events of my young journalism career: a school board…
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Bending Time
Where’d you learn to bend time like that?You found the portal on instinct.Our two mouths like black holes connecting,Lips and…