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The land just east of the high school covers 22.4 acres, a slab of earth christened University Commons for its catty corner nature to a major, local college. A string of restaurants and retail shops b...

It was the damp we remember best, the sour smell of wet skin, the webs of moisture that crisscrossed the backs of our necks. We remember the mosquitoes, the beads of blood that made bracelets around o...

Splat! That is the noise. Splat! Like an overdrawn word in an action comic book. I watch it where it’s fallen. It is a fish and it is dead. I stand breathing, chest full of old cigarette tar, sweat-su...

The magician used flash powder to create explosions. He had the rig all set. With the press of a button, a remote device would emit an electric spark to ignite the black dust. When he was ready, and a...

Birth: The girl has waited a year for the boy to kiss her. Now it’s close to midnight and they’re outside of a university library. The wind picks up and the palo verde leaves circl...

I originally wrote this piece in 2006 while taking a class at the University of Arizona’s Poetry Center. The class focused on hybrid fiction and poetry, and I felt particularly enamored with the idea ...

I write because I find the world to be a crazy place and writing is one of the few acts that makes sense to me. I write to find out who I am while trying to explain the no...

Shotguns The kids from my neighborhood would come outside to watch bats at dusk. I remember thinking the bats were actually birds, but Keith from across th...