Artist Showcase – Cesar Valtierra

In his own words…

“I draw in a variety of styles however pen and ink is my favorite way to draw. Each piece is not really inspired by anything other than random thoughts that I put on paper. I am a naturally anxious person and it comes out in the drawings. That is the reason for the drips, splatters and odd details. It is my way of making a positive out of a negative. I want my audience to enjoy and get lost in my illustrations just as I do while I make them.”

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Judge and Jury by Jeff Dosser

“Baker one oh three, Baker one oh three and a backer, respond to a disturbance at 1301 N Trenton Circle,” crackled over Jake Dillon’s radio as he sat slumped in the driver’s seat of his police cruiser.

Pausing the movie on his laptop, Jake closed the lid and slid it into the backpack in the passenger seat. Jake pulled the mic from its cradle and keyed the send button.

“Baker one oh three, go ahead.”

The dispatcher continued, “Baker one oh three and backer, anonymous caller reports a fight and a woman screaming at this address. Break”

“Go ahead,” Jake responded.

“Baker one oh three, caller states that disturbance has been ongoing since midnight and it’s getting out of hand. Time now oh one thirteen”.

Parked beside Jake is his academy buddy Lane White.

“You comin’?” Jake asks.

Lane looks up groggily from a book leaning against the steering wheel.

“Sure,” Lane yawns.

Mic still in hand, Jake keys up. “Dispatch, put Charlie one fifteen with me,” and slides the mic back in its carriage.

“Baker one oh three copy. Charlie one fifteen will be backing,” the dispatcher acknowledges.

“You know this address don’t you?” Jake asks, putting the car in gear.

Lane rubs a hand across the stubble of his military haircut, an eyebrow raised in thought.

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Gassing Joe by Walter Giersbach

Sarah’s so-called boyfriend was Joe. Not much of a man, or young adult as they pigeon-hole them now. It was easy to get him drunk since there’s not much else to do in this forgotten part of Connecticut except shoot deer or shoot pool.

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Fetus in Fetu by A.C. Glasier

Four days ago, when you stumbled out drunk from the nightclub, you stopped short and felt a painful stirring deep in your belly. Continue reading Fetus in Fetu by A.C. Glasier