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Katie Sticca
622 posts

Summerland

Fiction
  This was the dregs between July and August and the air was stilled and the bay lay flat like a shining sheet fitted tight to the coast. Hours slipped…

Lanier

Fiction
  Not until five years had passed did I see Lanier again. His appearance had changed—civilianized, I suppose, with a longish beard, a small fro, and a little pooch around…

Professionals

Fiction
  Swig Sanchez bombs hard down Main Street Hill for what may be the last time on a weekend, so hungry is he for skatepark carnage and the company of…

Exit Strategies of a Great Squirrel Army

Fiction
  The squirrels at Pasquali’s Garden Center are building an army. Andre first notices as he waters the shrubs before the store opens and their abyss-black eyes watch from behind…

Dreams of Crows

Memoir
  Often, an image from fifteen years ago came into his mind—a murder of crows pinwheeling through a narrow slot canyon, red sandstone rising overhead, thin strip of sky, a…

mothers

Fiction
  The mare nurses a baby that isn’t hers. She’s been brought down from the bluffs for this purpose: to feed an orphan, to care for it like it is…

Self-portrait in a Heat Wave

poetry
  As if the underworld were breaking through, lake beds from Uzbekistan to California emerge relinquishing their litter— suicides, the murdered, the accident- prone who one time slipped beneath the…