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ABRAR AHMAD  It is a stormy evening in a forested area. Downpour is torrential


AGDITA DIARIE A River of Candles...


ALAN  BERECKA My friend Pete Merkl’s dad sold copiers.  


ALI KO  This photo is representative of an idea I had 


ALISA HOPE WAGNER Aryan and his older brother, Derik, have traveled far from home on a quest to find the One Tree  


ALLYSON CHAVEZ LARKIN   Jesus Lopez mows his own lawn. So do I of course 


ALYANNA MENA   Can’t tell, tale this time  


ALLYSSA OUTHWAITE  Sneezing, wheezing, coughing, hacking


AMISHI BHASIN It came Neither as 


ANA VARELA   Pacing back in forth in the lobby of a women's shelter 


ANDREA PEREZ  Memories from a past life You can’t regret or forget


AZRAEL MONTOYA holds us in their arms and drops us down into space to never be found again


BLU CHAPA


BOB JAMES  The dulcet tones of “Morning Flower” rudely interrupted my sleep 


BRENDA RIOJAS.  You’ve found me. 


CADENCE S. OLIVAREZ  There are no obscurities when it comes to grief 


CAROL MAYS has written or co-written 2 books. Read some of her work


CATIE BARBER  The message said Your daughter has been found dead


CHARLES ETHERIDEGE Thirty-three thousand tons of steel...


CHELSEA BROTHERTON  I relapsed today into my old ways. 


CHRISTIAN GARDUNO  Find me some buds before too long in the afternoon 


CHRISTOPHER ASHWORTH I am Broken


CLARA TAMEZ Would You Still Love Me


COFFEE CAT When I was a Kid I told myself I’d never live past 25


CRYSTAL GARCIA My ears are open


CYNTHIA BREEDING Elizabeth O’Malley was falling, gliding through mists, hurdling downward, the air getting darker


CYNTHIA GIERY  Another gray morning, spent walking under the harbor bridge. I have a weird fascination with the angles


CORY STARYK  During the winter, I head back home to see the family.


DAVID CARPENTER  "Monica and Jerry are assholes."


DEVORAH FOX She unlocked the door to the business office, housed in an old, wood-framed cabin separate from the main resort building.  


DONNA HUDDLESTON  When the front door opened 


DONNA LEA ANDERSON  On the eve of January 6, 1972, a full moon reveals tall palms swaying and whipping in the cold wind 


D. WEISS  If for a moment they had ever doubted the existence of twin telepathy 


DYLAN LOPEZ  Against the foreign hour’s demands 


ELAINE CARTER Don't make fun of my feet


ELISSA BREWSTER  When you are a kid, things just are the way they are.  


ELIZABETH FLORES


ESTHER BONILLA READ My mother was a product of the Great Depression. 


FREDRICK GONZALES  The day we left was the saddest day of my life 


GERALD BECKMAN An aging drug lord needs an ally.


GRADY HUNTER  My experiences as a widowed and somewhat-senior male when venturing into a kitchen  


GRANT MAYS  14:30 Hours 2:30. Doesn’t matter that it’s well into day planetside in N.A. To Eric 14:30 felt as shit as 04:30 


EMMA HELENE GUERRA  all we seem to know is how to count coins in the dark.


HEATHER TWARDOWSKI It’s funny how quickly things can change


HERB CANALES


JACQUELINE GONZALEZ Sitting in the corner while my world is going dim,


JASON BOND  Brian watched Timmy reach as far as he could under his bed. 


JAVIER VILLAREAL From its banks

one questions the willows holding


JEN DESELMS November 11. Old Lady Surf Report: Fall is officially here 


JENNIFER FLORENCE  Today was a high gravity day -- very high gravity. 


JILL HAND One Thanksgiving my mother made a turkey out of Spam 

JIM MCCUTCHON.  A funny thing happened to me last night. Not funny in the sense of humorous  


JIMMY WILDEN  At some point, the alcohol in my bloodstream subsided long enough for me to become


JO ANN SANDERSON  Friends, relatives, and acquaintances thought Maria was a clever lady.


JODY HEYMANN  When a popular Texas State Senator running for reelection hires an assassin to solve his problem  


JOEL ORTIZ  Spying UFOs in the desert 


JOHN BALFOUR.  Martin Gerber was a small man, always dressed in a white shirt, grey pants, and a rather ugly green tie with pictures of golf clubs covering it that his wife had gotten him


JOHN MEZA I walked across

Five centuries Of colonial blood


JOHN MORRIS  Castaway - I'm called to the beach seemingly every day 


JOHN SWINBURN  Early that morning, at daybreak, a shallow, nearly opaque layer of water-hugging mist flowed in through the quiet marina 


Who Is JOHNNY JEBSEN and why is he emailing me? 


JON GREGORY As my cool, efficient car Cut a metal swath Through a brisk night 


JOSHUA ESPITIA  Please insert or swipe your card.Wait that breathless few seconds


JOSHUA BRIDGWATER HAMILTON  Desiccate splintered forest ground up and spat out


JOSE OLIVARES  Please close the windows, the air is burning my face 


JOSEPH WILSON one hundred years ago

my grandfather


JUAN PEREZ  fully past the fallin the winter of it all 

JOHN PETTIGROVE Two hundred years ago


JOHN KEMMERLY  Various accounts of Ernest Hemingway’s visit to Port Aransas 


JULIETTA CORPUS 


JUDY BLOOMQUIST I am Molly

KAILEY HAMAUEI Off Ocean Drive in the old neighborhoods the homes have all been through the cycle: growth, stability, decline, and revitalization. 


KAREN CLINE-TARDIFF  My husband wears his red-brown skin like a badge of honor. 


KEN DIERCOUFF   A little too much salt. Surely too sweet.


KENNETH BENNIGHT  The blue chick’s bright mane was no yellower than a jonquil and her clothes no skimpier than a clumsy pickpocket’s purse. 


KERSTIN BERGER Maya was


KRISTI SPRINKLE  woke up today in clarity's sense of sheer happiness


KRISTOPHER CISNEROS  he was my passenger


LEE HULTIN  I woke in the dark room. 


LISA MASON  On July 4, 1980, my neighbors and I... 


LIZZ FRAGA COSGROVE  I’m running late again… 


SISTER LOU ELLA HICKMAN  after a poetry reading i was asked


LOUISE PETTIGROVE  One of the barriers Wallis


LUCAS DIERCOUFF  HARVEY TATE REPORTING: “This footage can give you…the heebie-jeebies!  


MALIA PEREZ  Her nails are like those of a new-aged vampire 


MANDY ASHCRAFT  Slowly, over time, the story of your life was written not in ink but in heroin 


MARIAH HINOJOSA Isn’t it funny That poetry


MATTHEW ROSAS  On Saturday mornings, my brother and I would wake up early 


MIKE MERCER  So, it was late June 1957 


MICHELLE ECCELENTE STEVENSON  The cacophony of noise


MONA SCHROEDER  Cecilia Kendall watched the mid-morning El Paso sun slip through the closed blinds in her breakfast room

MARIAH MASSENGILL


MANUEL RUIZ


MICHELLE COBB BLAIR It's kinda weird


MICHAEL QUINTANA


NANDITA BANERJEE For the nth time

NAUSHER NASH BANAJI there is a waft of Chanel


NEESY TOMPKINS It was like any other day, the day my father died. 


NICK MARTINEZ  The concrete broke and fell into the sewer with a loud crack  


NIKKI IKONOMOPOULOS  Whispering wind scream


NORMAN DELANEY


OLIVIA NOBLE  Play the moth game, inspired by the short stories of V. Woolf


PATTY ALANIZ   No.. she was not your typical girl. 


PAUL GONZALES  I heard the beeps first. Machines placed around me somewhere in the dark buzzed, whirled and wheezed 


PAUL McCANN  I can easily go back and sandle my high school linoleum


PETE ADLER


PW COVINGTON Destroy your desires with dynamite


RAVEN YODER  Nineteen years ago, a time when my knees barely rose above the willowy grass of our lawn


REBECAH HALL  Should you ask me what defines poetry


ROBERTA DOHSE  I once read a book about a woman who ran away from her life, 


ROBIN CARSTENSEN  Dear Search Committee for English Faculty at Midwest Prairie University:  


ROBIN CHANIN I was 17 years old 


ROGER LAWRENCE  The December cold fronts this year have forced small rodents  


RON GEORGE  I hear the voice of Jesus on the Cross:


SARAH K. LENZ  Whenever I saw her tricycle, with its giant reflectors and ugly metal basket,


SARAH K. LENZ Eigenzeit


SARA KAPLAN  The Shoal Creek vitex  


SCOTT WAYLAND GRIFFIN  While I was working in the shop last night, an opossum decided to come visit. 


SHAELI FLORES


SHANNON DOUGHERTY Kept fed, the bull alligator basks on the grass


SKOOT LARSON  So I was watching television; the eleven o’clock news. 


SKYLAR PIERCE  There is a cozy town named Mentisdolum. With its greenery and thick fog, it is one


S. MATT READ  It’s flat where I am, and dusty. 


SYDNEY SPANGLER  When I was a child I would take a straw and blow air into my chocolate milk 

S. P. Wilkins It's not that the piano teacher...


SUSAN DAUBENSPECK.  Because my daughter, Emily, had moved to Saudi Arabia  


THERESA KUHL-BABCOCK 

THERESA GARCIA-RUIZ  Like the eye of a storm, the mirador is a quiet moment  


TOM DIFRANCESCA  Much to the old man’s surprise, Charles H. Flato Elementary School on West Santa Gertrudis Avenue in Kingsville


TOM MURPHY  In this God forsaken Bible 

Rust Belt, Margaret Screws


Tonāntzin Rodríguez Traveling is the Gift of Self Love 


TREV TREVINO  because it is late at night you listen to the trees and close your eyes 


TRISH KOVAL  Was on the road, and as I'm driving down swoops a dove from the overpass bridge and lands smack dab in my lane. 


WAYNE HANKINS Seventy laps 


WILLIAM CHRISS  I can’t sleep. Sirens whine and pulses of light flash red on the walls of this dingy hotel.  


WIL HENNEBERGER  I love Tom Cruise. So what if he’s nuts or part of some religion crazier than all the other crazy religions? 


WILLIAM MAYS In the time of covid


WILLIAM WALTON  Jake sat on the shaded porch of his Texas Hill Country home well into his second six-pack of the afternoon.  


ZER We are under the trellis of Nueva Vita, a garden that murmurs with heaves of impatiens 


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