[Photo Credit: Beth Rakouskas, courtesy of Arthur W. Toga, USC Laboratory of Neuro Imaging] A spacious brightly lit auditorium. A few dozen people, most of them young, fill the rows…

A big blue-gray bird, inscrutable Unknown species, though he seemed To know his way in the neighborhood, Fluttered to land with the big man’s grace, Nested outside William’s window The…

“My Plastic People” is my most ambitious and personal project so far. It has become an essential part of my identity as a street photographer and as an artist. These…

To honor the final year of my thirties as well as the recent publication of my constraint-based Faulkner-inspired memoir, AS I STAND LIVING, which chronicles the year I became a…

Lo que les dijo el licántropo / What the Werewolf Told Them by Chely Lima, trans. Margaret Randall May 2017 – The Operating System   Be very afraid of the…

WLP + CCM + ENTROPY Three independent publishing entities with common goals of publishing vital and exciting literature, building and participating in community, and contributing and promoting good literary citizenship,…

I gave four prompts to collaborating poet traci kato-kiriyama. She conducted three minutes of “fevered writing” with each prompt. Here are the results. These words comprise the lexicon I’ll use…

When I was seven I threw a stone at a bird’s nest The mother bird fell out along with one of her eggs Which hit the dirt first Cracked red…

Every family has its famous photos, as did ours, and all my life a black and white image – not a playful caricature but a postwar portrait from years earlier,…

[Photo Credit: Joel Jover, Camagüey] 1 For breakfast that morning took cajun sausage, skin removed to only gristle, fried with a couple eggs over-medium, side o’soft homefries&onions. Peppered everything heavily,…

Transplants innately understand the feeling you get while walking around your new neighborhood: This is nice… but it will never truly be mine. Your hometown neighborhood feels like it’s yours,…

1.   We were girls who met on the playground, at Girl Scout camp, at gifted kid camp, usually in early June, with enough summer left for pool parties, phone…

  I was interested in Lynn’s story from the moment I met her. My father was career Navy, and she had attended the Air Force Academy with ambitions toward being…

Tales From the End of the Bus Line is a long-distance collaboration between daughter/father Megan and Bill Broughton to collect the many adventures of Bill’s young adulthood in Van Nuys,…