"There's a likely spot," Chris said. He nodded in the direction of the highway bridge. The bridge carried traffic over a culvert and a utility road that led from a shabby warehouse district into the ... [+]
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Richard Risemberg
Richard Risemberg was dragged to Los Angeles as a child, and has been working there since his teens while writing poetry, articles, essays, and fiction, editing online 'zines, and making a general nuisance of himself. He's survived long enough to become either a respected elder or a tedious old fart, depending on your point of view, and is still at it. It hasn't been easy for any of us.
Published works
Short Fiction
4 min
Finalist - Community
America: color it in.
Summer 2020
- Short Fiction
Short Fiction
Noodles for Breakfast
When you are a competent old man who lives alone, you can eat what you want for breakfast. This morning I had noodles, or rather noodle soup, a favorite of mine for colder weather. Broth with ... [+]
Finalist - Jury
Button Fiction
Spring 2019