Jessica Barksdale Inclan's Writings
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Nov.03.2010
The Smoking Poet, Fall 2010, #16
Urchin
In the year that my marriage truly failed, my then spouse and I traveled to Cabo San Lucas for a vacation, the kind that we might now call last ditch, last hope, last chance. Though at the time, we thought of it as the coming-back-together vacation.
I had moved out one the first day of September, and out of nothing good or true, I had come home in...
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Poem
Jun.29.2008
The Peralta Press
Ripe and round,I slip my fingeragainst the slimband of my underwear,slide the skinof my dressover my head,plunge the fruitof my body into a hottub of water that stretchesout toward ocean.
In this water,I am Aphrodite,simmering in her shell,radiant, resplendent,luscious as summer plums
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Poem
Jun.29.2008
Rockhurst Review
When you heard the jangleof my particular key chain,you kicked through playgroundtan bark, jump-landedon hot asphalt, your elbowsswinging, your hair curled wildas you swung your headside-to-side, your denim jacketflying behind you like a magic cape.
No one ever came to me like that,wanted me that much, poundinginto my arms, your dirt-soap-boysmell, your clothes...
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Short Story
Jun.12.2008
Praire Star, Valoumne 1, Issue 1
When the two men threw my sister over our fence after having used every part of her body, leaving her left arm impaled on the sharp black iron of our gate, no one heard. No one heard the moon, or the last of the summer crickets, or the dog scratching the fleas off his dusty fur. No one heard trash cans or the wheezy beer breath of Mr. Ramirez. No one felt the...
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Short Story
Jun.06.2008
First published in The West Wind Review, 18th Anthology, 1999.
On the way to the dentist, Mary is telling her son, Michael, a story about King Solomon. Michael says, "Uh, huh," at all the right places, but Mary wonders if he understands the point, the very clear point, when the Craftsman's wife says to King Solomon, "In this basket you see many colored eggs: red, blue, yellow, purple. Yet under the shell, all...
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Jun.06.2008
Winner of the El Andar prize for literary excellence 2000. First prize for fiction. Judged by Sandra Cisneros.
When my father-in-law walks in the front door, my mother-in-law starts sharpening knives. They haven't spoken for almost three years. Victor slaps down El Opinión; Dolores slides the steel through the slit in the back of the can opener.
"¿Como estas?" he says to me. "How are you?" he adds in case I haven't understood.
"Muy bien. Gracias,...
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Short Story
Jun.05.2008
Fine Print, 1994
I Would See Everything I am standing in a long line in a dark video store waiting to pay for the movie my two sons finally agreed to rent. It is 7 o'clock on our first Friday night in this town--Walnut Creek, though we have not seen one walnut tree--and Max and Alex have picked out a slasher movie. I stare at the movie box, flipping it in my hand. The actor on...
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About Jessica
Jessica Barksdale Inclán's debut novel Her Daughter's Eyes, published in 2001, was the premier novel published under New American Library's new imprint Accent. Her Daughter's Eyes was a final nominee for the YALSA Award for the best books of 2001 and best...
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