Mercedes, no turn signal, yapping on the phone

In the streets they prowl for parking

Obliviously zig-zagging like the shopping cart bums after cans

Singly determined, in their own way, to the leftovers of [...]

thank christ it was only my foot and not my jumpshot

I broke my foot and tore a nice bunch of ligaments all the way up my ankle playing pickup basketball at the Nate Thurmond courts between Ashbury and Clayton. I knew it was broke the second it happened. I rolled over from where I’d tumbled on the left block—my hands a little scuffed—looking at the [...]

something has to happen

Something always has to happen. In the story. It has to be real and convincing, like the sun rising or a gust of wind that picks up down the street and drags dead stiff leaves and animates plastic liquor store [...]

instant city #7 bad behavoir

I’ve got a new piece I’m really proud of in the latest issue of Instant City. The issue comes out May 17th, and there’s a release party and reading happening that day. While I won’t be reading, Charles Gatewood, Amanda Davidson, Andrew Dugas, and Sherilyn Connelly [...]

one man crime wave

This afternoon I snuck out of a real boring company lunch — the quality being somewhere between fast food and Chili’s — where the higher ups in the company went around to each table and butted into our conversations saying we should really go into the next room to view the “new company reel.” Fuck that. I took the elevator and went walking near the [...]

bird attack

I smoked a cigarette down to my knuckles keeled against the dumpster; she never came out. Probably she still had [...]

and not only was he not his uncle, he never even went to school with his mother

He checked himself at all angles, and when he was happy with his look said to his uncle, “Yo, I’m exullerated. I mean, wait, did I say that [...]

Drown

In, “Drown”, Junot Diaz’s compilation of short stories, we are invited to explore a streets-eye view of Latino-American melting pot culture. Diaz writes of life as a boy in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, and of coming of age in the suburban wastes of New Jersey. [...]