Featured Stories

Before the Wall

From my house on Cambridge Street in North Long Beach, my family and I could hear the cars and trucks zooming down the 710. The vibrations made it feel like an earthquake! A dozen times or so while lying in my bed at night, I could hear an accident on the freeway. As I always [...]

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The Matador

My maintenance man is having heart surgery tomorrow. He’s 81 years old and he told me this morning that if he doesn’t wake up it won’t be a big deal. He shrugs when he says this, like he’s mentioning dry wall. It’s sunny for the first time in days and he’s looking at the blue [...]

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True North

For a moment Ignacio forgets himself, forgets the wails of the baby next door that pierce the clapboard apartment walls, forgets the tension in the space just above his shoulder blades that flares with each unattended scream. From his third-floor window he is looking at the sidewalk below and the rain, just enough to mat [...]

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Vampires

“There are vampires over in dat there house. I see ‘em every night, but never in the daytime,” the old man with the weathered, almond-colored skin said to me as I exited my car a few streets off Atlantic Ave. I didn’t believe him at the time. I was visiting an old college friend I [...]

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