GREAT WRITERS

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 

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

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

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

CHARLES ETHERIDEGE Thirty-three thousand tons of steel... OR see his website

CHELSEA BROTHERTON  I relapsed today into my old ways. 

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

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

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

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

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

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.  

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

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

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

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

JIM MATEJ is a professional musician and a writer. Read some of his work

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

slightly coherent.

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 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 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  Ladies, Gentlemen, Public School Teachers, Wise Professors, Students of Poetry,