Cue the music. We’re going for a ride. It’s hot as Labor Day weekend should be, summer’s last holiday, last chance to boil. We have our windows down and the music is passing between cars and mixing in the space between, pidgin notes and lyrics. The few radio stations...
As Hurricane Gustav bore down on the Gulf states in August of 2008, memories of the Katrina disaster triggered the largest evacuation in US history. Three million fled the oncoming hurricane. Most of the refugees were from the Louisiana south coast. Author, New...
Ryan Sparks tackles Ellroy’s latest, Blood’s A Rover A shorter version of this review originally appeared on the Writer’s Center blog, First Person Plural. ——- It’s not the size of the head of a sledgehammer that gives it its weight and...
Maggie Parr is a finalist in the 2009 Literary Awards Program. Below is an excerpt from her entry, Faith. ———– Chapter 1 Another bum, another whore, another night in the rotten city of Angels. She sneezed into the foul air. The sound bounced...
The skin of my fingertips is tender from the long climb the day before, stripped down to the thinnest of layers; pink and newborn. I touch the cool morning rock. An ocean breeze blows in past the knuckled headland, curling down the inlet and up the brushy slope to the...
