GREAT WRITERS
Great Authors, not necessarily in alphabetical order
ABRAR AHMAD It is a stormy evening in a forested area. Downpour is torrential
ALAMGIR HASHMI I Briefed my Camel
ALAN BERECKA My friend Pete Merkl’s dad sold copiers.
ALI KO This photo is representative of an idea I had
AMISHI BHASIN It came Neither as
ANDREA PEREZ Memories from a past life You can’t regret or forget
BOB JAMES The dulcet tones of “Morning Flower” rudely interrupted my
CAROL MAYS has written or co-written 5 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
CORY STARYK During the winter, I head back home to see the family.
DAVID CARPENTER "Monica and Jerry are assholes."
DONNA HUDDLESTON When the front door opened
D. WEISS If for a moment they had ever doubted the existence of twin telepathy
DYLAN LOPEZ Against the foreign hour’s demands
ELISSA BREWSTER When you are a kid, things just are the way they
FREDRICK GONZALES The day we left was the saddest day of my life
GERALD BECKMAN Short Fiction and novel excerpts
GRADY HUNTER My experiences as a widowed and somewhat-senior male when venturing into a kitchen
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,
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
FRANK RODRIGUEZ That smile, that dang demented smile.
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.
JOEL ORTIZ Spying UFOs in the desert
Five centuries Of colonial blood
JOHN MORRIS Castaway - I'm called to the beach seemingly every day
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
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.
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…
LIZBETTE OCASIO-RUSSE Abou Loverbar
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 Fiction and Poetry
Mike Mercer Forever Alone
Mike Mercer Blue Tequila Cantina
MICHELLE ECCELENTE STEVENSON The cacophony of noise
NEESY TOMPKINS Essays and Commentary
NEINA CHAPA The smallest breeze sends dead
NIKKI IKONOMOPOULOS Whispering wind scream
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
PAUL McCANN I can easily go back and sandle my high school linoleum
RAVEN YODER Nineteen years ago, a time when my knees barely rose above the willowy grass of our lawn
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
SARAH K. LENZ Whenever I saw her tricycle, with its giant reflectors and ugly metal basket,
SARA KAPLAN The Shoal Creek vitex
SHANNON DOUGHERTY Kept fed, the bull alligator basks on the grass
SKOOT LARSON So I was watching television; the eleven o’clock news.
S. MATT READ It’s flat where I am, and dusty.
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
TOM MURPHY In this God forsaken Bible
TREV TREVINO because it is late at night you listen to the trees and close
WIL HENNEBERGER I love Tom Cruise. So what if he’s nuts or part of some
WILLIAM MAYS In the time of covid
WILLIAM WALTON Jake sat on the shaded porch of his Texas Hill Country
ZER We are under the trellis of Nueva Vita, a garden that murmurs with heaves