OLIVOS, PART 2By Ricardo FernandezPublished Issue 018, June 2015 The wind had changed direction and now heavy sheets of rain played a sad cadence against the glass windows of the office. It was this song that brought Jorge Vasquez back into the present. He rubbed his eyes and stretched in his chair. On the desk […]
MANY NOBLE NAMESBy Jason HellerPublished Issue 009, September 2014 Blood was nothing new on that boulevard. Trails of it appeared on the sidewalks about once a month, shed we assumed by someone beaten or stabbed during the night. Sometimes the blood looked like rust. Other times it was redder and fresher, perhaps dripped on the
THE HAND THAT FEEDSBy Jason HellerPublished Issue 005, May 2014 Benton walked through the hallways of the prison, half a step behind Officer Gurley. Despite the air conditioning, his palms were sweating. He’d been inside the place many times before, but never like this. “You got your knives on you?” Gurley whispered over his shoulder.