The cook slaps a thin rectangle of glossy white dough against an aluminum counter. A loud thwack echoes throughout the small eight by twenty…
It’s a common misconception that monsters prefer human flesh and fluids. You’ve been on this planet for some time, you’ve heard the rumors. Vampires…
A stroll should help to clear his clouded mind; he thinks. Unsettled, threading slowly on West Broadway; he walks south. People pass by him…
Outside my bedroom, the eerie emptiness feels vast and haunting. Since all the windows face north, and the back of the house is surrounded…
The border fence, the Rio Grande (or Río Bravo) and “La Mojada” (by Mark Clark). Seen from Brownsville, Texas. Photograph by Virginia Ramos (Hope…
Twenty-first of September, the first day of fall, and light and shadows were in a frenzy, competing with fickle breezes, and the sky, not…
Excerpted from Eric Huang’s novel-in-progress In the morning, I send off Candace. We stand by Jack, who is going through a full reorg. He…
The late afternoon sun squeezed its way into the gloomy café. Moments earlier, a busboy flopped a mop about. The musty smell of the…
The theme of October 2017 prose of the month is “Food & Costume.” This story has been excerpted from a longer piece by the…