RUNNING RED

I'm punched red as the green hills watch.  They roll on in silence, echoing the red fists that work my face into bulges and gashes.  Carl used to strike me pink with love. But these days, it's with fists.


Three days in Tucson

It was going on noon when I found the Lucky Seven saloon.  It was a dingy place on the edge of Tucson, the kind of hole you didn't go to so much as end up at, but I was tired and hungry, and I needed a drink.


Criss Library adds Kindle collection

The Criss Library's Kindle collection received an update recently, including the addition of a Kindle Fire and seven Kindle Touch devices. The devices arrived shortly before winter break and went into circulation as the spring semester began.


Alfred and the Stork

Alfred strolled solemnly through the shallow waters of the river. With every step, wet sand oozed between his toes. The sun was setting slowly, its reflection stretching across the river's surface, a rippling semicircle of liquid heat.