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…

What We Learn

Memoir
  The soft pink lining of my cheeks, the ridges along the roof of my mouth, the recesses of my throat: the year before I turned thirty, they all betrayed…

Let Us Consider Drunken Women

Memoir
  The best guess, says the seed package, is that the name for this fabulous lettuce, Drunken Women, derives from her frizzy-headed look—emerald leaves tipped in dark claret red. A…