by Karima Alavi Coming in from the intense New Mexico sunlight to the entrance of the candle-lit Morada was like stepping back centuries in time. The whitewashed walls of the adobe church displayed a few primitive pieces of art that reflected the strong...
by Paula Younger 2004 SFWP Literary Awards Program Finalist ‘How was the rehearsal dinner? Think you’re going to like the new in-laws?’ Frank, the older pharmacist, asked from behind the counter. He was balding and his remaining hair gray, but his...
by Jason Nunes 2004 SFWP Literary Awards Program Finalist This is how I find out: I’m sitting in the chair feeling old, and foolish, the doctor, who has been prodding at my scalp figuring out exactly how much hair he needs to extract from my ass to cover my...
by Stephanie Han 2004 SFWP Literary Awards Program 5th Place Winner I tightly hold my father’s hand as we approach a red building near the escalator, a bar in Central. He explains to me, this is where the rich foreigners drink and watch football. My father...
by Peter Kuklinski 2004 SFWP Literary Awards Program 4th Place Winner An Excerpt Witold Kozak grabbed a gnarled tree root as his foot slid down the shiny hard slick dirt. He managed to save his balance by grappling the steep side of the gorge with quick steps, but his...
2004 SFWP Literary Awards Program Prizewinner by Whitney Purvis An Excerpt Los Bluejeans Pr’digos Vuelven [The Prodigal Jeans Return] 1. Jun’pero Afortunado Among Jun’pero Afortunado’s most prized possessions in his hatchback that day were a...
