Everybody Stops



by Eric Nishimoto    It just hangs there. It dances and hops with the constant nudging of the breeze. It will not abandon its sentinel post dead center and high above the intersection and out of reach of even the biggest semis.  In the light of day it controls the flow of cars and trucks…

Walkin’ the Streets



by Keith Harleson walkin’ on this ol’ road seems to get old Sometimes just tryin’ to get from one place to another just won’t ease my mind tryin’ to get from my house down to the school just ain’t what it seems to be but walkin’ the streets of this old town is just killin’ me…

The Truth about Archer City

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The Truth about Archer City By Tom Junod   I have always preached that writers should have a personal connection to what they’re writing. I have always insisted that writing, at its best, functions as a record of finding a personal connection to what you’re writing, hiding a personal connection to what you’re writing, exploiting…

New for Friday, October 4, 2013



Friday night rodeos in Archer City were a time of hand-wringing worry for Lona, who often chose to listen to the announcer from her kitchen window rather than bear to watch her sons fall off a horse in the arena. Now 102 years old, she finds peace in prayer. Her son, Bob, turned to poetry to…

The Bookkeeper

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by Nicole Holland Pearce   There he is. A small, rumpled figure unloading books from a sea of boxes, throwing out volumes, piling others on top of themselves. It is methodic. Bookshelves surround him, stretching from floor to ceiling. He stands in the center of them, near a large table, which is also filled with books…