Ericka Lutz's Articles and Stories
The girls are asleep on Friday night when Maxwell injures himself, a deep accidental cut to the base of his left thumb with an Exacto knife.
Talking to Strangers by Ericka LutzRom drops Dawn off at the downtown San Andreas bus station already past her bedtime and the bus leaves late; it's after eleven when she boards and settles down for the long overnight to Los Angeles.
My Underworlds of Burroughs and Baum by Ericka LutzThe summer just before I turned eleven years old, I first read Burroughs and Baum. That's William Burroughs: author of Junkie and Naked Lunch. And L. Frank Baum: author of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz books.
The Baby Slot - by Ericka LutzEarly in May, giant hailstorms pelted the hills of San Andreas, turning them lush and green as Washington's Olympic Peninsula, but where the old man lived he didn't reap the benefits -- only more weeds between the cracks of the pavement.
Sadie, the Mahout, the Elephant, and I - by Ericka LutzWe bought durian from the street vendor, fruit like a spiky football and stinking of dirty feet.
- Siri parked in the lot near the ATM. As she walked back to the car, Bobby Benardeau came across the street from Taco Bell: "Ms. Rosen! Ms.
