Fiction: Girth Worms
Steven J. Moss It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’d just come back from India and had lost a lot of weight on account of a worm I’d picked up…
Fiction
Fiction: The Sounds of Silence
“I haven’t spoken to her in twenty-two years, and I don’t intend to start now,” my mother proclaimed, scrubbing at the already clean counter to emphasize her point. “But Mom,…
The Shirt
“Bye, J.C.,” I said, reaching up to hug the big man. “It was great to see you.” We disentangled and gave each other finalfist bumps. I watched as he rolled…
Fiction: The Path
Though I’d lived in the house for several years, I’d never noticed the gate located at the end of a concrete side path that led from my front door to…
Fiction: Girth Worms
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’d just come back from India, and had lost a lot of weight on account of a worm I’d picked up…
Potrero View Staff 
Damon Guthrie The Guitarist in the Doorway
Greg Roensch The guitarist liked to play in different spots throughout the neighborhood. In recent weeks, he’d setup in the doorway of an abandoned building that used to be a hair salon.…
Gold, Chapter Twenty-Three
“Tell me again why we’re going to this thing,” said Nash, as he buttoned the blue collared shirt he saved for special occasions. He looked down at his chest. “Ah,…
Gold, Chapter Twenty-Two
“You guys both look like shit,” said Stan. “Up late at the bicycle polo tournament? Playing four square at House of Air?” “Not exactly,” said Stephanie, holding her double expresso…
Sound of Silence
“I haven’t spoken to her in twenty-two years, and I don’t intend to start now,” my Mother proclaimed, scrubbing at the already clean counter to emphasize her point. “But Mom,…
Gold, Chapter Twenty-One
“Thank you, officer,” said Chester. “Grab a houseplant for the station on your way out.” “That won’t be necessary,” said the cop. “We’d just kill it, triggered the need for…
Gold, Chapter Twenty
“So,” said Nash. “Now what?” They’d gone to Nash and Justin’s flat to outfit themselves for the dig, everyone except Stephanie bolstering their resolve by sucking on a bong shaped…
Gold, Chapter Nineteen
Outside the Yankee Pete zipped up his jacket against the cold. The bar’s smoky haze seemed to have leaked outside. Grey wisps of fog swirled slowly around, like ghosts searching…
Gold, Chapter Eighteen
“So, gene-team, what’ve you all decided,” asked Justin, as he sat down at the table. “Well, sir,” said Jordan, “We seem to be in a bit of a coo-numb-drum. Which…
The Carpet Chronicles
Paul McDonald For nearly two years, some 1,500 house calls, I sold, or tried to sell, carpet and flooring in the San Francisco Bay Area. Before taking the job I’d had a…
Gold: Chapter Seventeen
It was twilight as Pete strode towards The Yankee. He hurried past a decades-old mural that featured “Potrero Hill” in once vibrant colors, its bubble-shaped letters set at a slant,…
Gold, Chapter Sixteen
Pete sat on his aging sofa in his cluttered apartment, wondering where he’d gone wrong. Twenty years ago he’d been in the thick of things, breaking important stories, appearing on…
Carpet Chronicles VII
I had a Saturday mid-morning call at a dilapidated apartment complex off Highway 280 in the Excelsior. I was met by a heavyset woman with a pleasant face and demeanor…
Gold, Chapter Sixteen
“Why didn’t I know about this?” asked the Supervisor. She was standing behind her desk in her City Hall office, looking down at a copy of The SF Lightning Bolt.…
Gold, Chapter Fifteen
By Steven J. Moss Chester scooped up a litter of glass on the sidewalk, carefully placing the particles in a plastic bag. “Extra, extra!” Pete called out, as he strode…