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 [...]
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By joshuacitrak, on May 10th, 2010 |
 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 [...] By joshuacitrak, on March 27th, 2010 |
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 [...] By joshuacitrak, on June 15th, 2009 |
I smoked a cigarette down to my knuckles keeled against the dumpster; she never came out. Probably she still had [...] By joshuacitrak, on April 22nd, 2009 |
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 [...] By joshuacitrak, on April 21st, 2009 |
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. [...] |
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