by Jim Parks Larry Smith's life changed forever on a morning in March, 1970, as he sat reading the competition in the editorial offices ...

By Jim Parks It took me a minute or two before I realized that Harry wasn't trying to pretend he didn't know me. He knew me once he ...

by Jim Parks 100 words (reposted from December 17, 2008) Two tipoffs a kid wouldn't notice. We went to the cancer doctor. I was twelve. ...

by Jim Parks (reposted from December 2, 2008) Maria could not get her breath in the humidity and vaporous stink of Nuevo Laredo's Guerre...

For the Naked, Nameless, Homeless and Harmless, Morningstar Ranch Was Home By Jim Parks (reposted from December 1, 2008) Picture this. A cou...

by Jim Parks (repost from November 2008) She wrote something hard and scratchy, a she cat with the blues wearing a red slip, something worth...