Fiction/Non-Fiction
Sunshine glints on dusty windshields as
cars crawl to a stop on Revolution Road. In downtown
Tijuana, brass mariachi music blasts into the streets
from tiny speakers outside every bar.
My
Surreal Suburban Experience Josephine
Padro
There was a time when I would pause and look around
my house and wonder how I got there. I felt I had been
beamed into someone else’s life; someone with
a home I didn't think I would ever be living in.
Poetry
Frustrated
Kat Code
Rules
of Writing Tessa
MacKinnon
Columns
What words do you love? Do they have
to be sesquipedalian to rate, or do you prefer more
truncated expressions? Do you find the cachet of an
onomatopoeic phrase leaves you punch-drunk or discombobulated?
Word
Play: Thoughts from a Sunrise
Brandon
Ferguson
They
say that it’s always darkest before dawn. Well,
doesn’t everything feel its bleakest before the
light breaks through?
Writers'
Web: Crawford Kilian and the Web
Vanessa
Simpson
“As you
become a writer, you join a conversation that’s
been going on since the days of the Egyptians. It becomes
a community in time, which you have something to say
to writers who have been dead for centuries. Nonetheless,
your first encounter with what they had to say is just
as fresh.” — Crawford
Killian
Photography
Spikes
Laura
Schneider
Kitty
Laura
Schneider
No
Permission
Laura Schneider
Some
Mess
Laura Schneider
Editors' Notes
Winter
2005
Editorial Team
Cover
Art
Angst
Laura
Schneider
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