A new character enters the story universe of E J Randolph’s Federation Diplomat series, which begins with Retrograde E J Randolph “You won’t pass the test.” My brother Torondo shot me an evil grin from his side of thewell-worn, scratched kitchen tabletop.I squinted at him. “Yes, I will.” I dug my spoon into my oatmeal and slurped milk andcereal.“Gross.” Torondo scrunched his face at Read More
Julia Fricke Robinson, author of All I Know, will present the latest workshop in The Write Stuff writing series, a 2-hour talk: Keep it Personal: Write a Memoir. The latest writing workshop in The Write Stuff series will be offered on Saturday, February 11 from 10 AM to Noon, at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Silver City, 3845 N Swan St, Silver City, NM. Read More
Julia Fricke Robinson, author of All I Know, will present the latest workshop in The Write Stuff writing series, a 2-hour talk: Keep it Personal: Write a Memoir. The latest writing workshop in The Write Stuff series will be offered on Saturday, February 11 from 10 AM to Noon, at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Silver City, 3845 N Swan St, Silver City, NM. Read More
Pat Garrett, the Wild West’s most famous lawman – the man who killed Billy the Kid — was himself killed on leap day, February 29, 1908, on a barren stretch of road between his Home Ranch and Las Cruces, New Mexico. Who killed him? Was it murder? Was it self-defense? Here for the first time, drawing on new, previously undiscovered information, is the definitive Read More
The Algorithm of I is Jack Crocker’s second collection of poems. The first, The Last Resort, was published in 2009 by the Texas Review Press. His poems have appeared in The Texas Review, Southern Poetry Review, Mississippi Review, and other journals, with fiction in The Cimarron Review. Poems have been anthologized in The Texas Anthology; Mississippi Writers: Reflections of Childhood; Texas Stories and Poems; Read More
I was eight years old when I wrote my first short story about a pencil who went to a dance. That must have seemed obvious to me in the fourth grade. Pencils liked to dance. I was a child steeped in literature about fairies and trolls, as well as English nannies who could fly and cupboard doors that opened into winter. Magic was always Read More
