Dave wondered what had happened to the TV.
He had faraway memories of nature programs, black and white comedians with European... more
A note shoved under a sticky honey jar on a wooden spool table:
Maggie –
So sorry I had to leave without saying... more
We ride the hook of route 87 straight from Utica to Newark without once stopping. The two of us go like vagabonds through tunnels and... more
cheney stadium, home to the now defunct tacoma tigers and current tacoma... more
Little Johnny Damon enjoyed working in the produce section at Whole Foods. He took pleasure in stacking the... more
Summers we watched baseball, my father, my uncle and me sitting riveted for innumerable innings, rooting for the Mets. We... more
Tony Montes had always dreamt of the moment he would stand in left field at Candlestick for this, the third game of the World... more
It was like a chicken farm—a million bodies pressed together, and everyone was gulping at the cooler air overhead. I was still... more
She slurps her cherry cola loudly through her novelty straw and winks at me. I’m just turning eleven. She’s got... more
Salvador Plascencia is the author of The People of Paper, a novel in which the people of El Monte, California,... more
She was a master of tentaculation. She was a cepholapod of considerable abilities. She was a writhing mandala of be-suckered... more
Listen, Buddy, it’s important for you to keep in mind that I’ve known you since we were still playing with Duplo – remember that... more
