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A Fresno man spends a hot day in a dark bar.

Cafe du France

“Un café s’il vous plaît, they heckle. I speak no French at all.”

The Sprawl

If you follow the line of the hills with solely your eyes, you can see where the altitude of red rock crumbles to dirt and the colors of the sunset pile one atop another like water against a dam.

The Antifesto

Writer Elizabeth Burch-Hudson’s immodest proposal.

Oh, Okay

A play exploring our relationship to Los Angeles’ freeways.