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Check Out This Website

May 29, 2015


Take a look at this excellent new website and wonderful fiction and poetry by Nancy Davies.

MONKEY SCREAMS, a new volume of poetry by Robert Joe Stout (Excerpt)

May 23, 2015


Interruption As though a drowning swimmer caught by windswept swells the face on the computer screen dissolves. For a moment, frowning, he peers at the opaque, caught in a recurrent dream: About to step into a brightly lit and festive place the scene turns gray but he keeps walking towards he knows not what. Write […]

Where Gringos Don’t Belong (excerpt)

May 20, 2015


The woman at the end of the table jerked her head towards the lawyers as though she’d just been slapped. Slightly built, sharp featured, intense, she’d worked for a travel agency in the Centro Historico that George noticed hadn’t reopened since the Night of Horror. “Authorities? Yes. Several of us tried to dodge around the […]

Running Out theHurt (excerpt)

May 14, 2015


The first batter popped to Cipriano and the second hit a high fly to Ruiz Baños in center. The third swung and missed badly on a fast ball that was over the plate but up around the bill of his cap. Cipriano edged another step into the hole between first and second as Alejandro positioned […]

Good Guys, Bad Guys, the War on Drugs

May 12, 2015


From Eclectica, 2015 Shortly before 11 a.m. on an oppressively sultry summer morning, half-a-dozen armed members of Mexico’s military shoved their way into a modest middleclass dwelling in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua. According to the forty-year-old mother of three they showed no warrants nor gave any explanations. When she protested that they had no right to […]

Where Gringos Don’t Belong

May 9, 2015


His flesh goose pimpling he reached for his cell. The response to punching her number was immediate. Fuera de servicio… Out of service. He checked to make sure he had it correct and tried again. Fuera de servicio. She wasn’t answering. Or her phone was turned off. Or she’d lost it… No, if she’d lost […]


May 7, 2015


      First published in Two Thirds North, 2015 Snap! Like a popup on an internet page: colors vivid, knives flicking jewels of sunlight as they slash, slabs of fish still twitching, the overpowering smell of recent death. I’m there on the jetty, the acrid tang of the sea in my nostrils, the squawk […]