Tom Dibblee

Tom Dibblee is Trop’s editor. His fiction has appeared in Glimmer Train and his nonfiction has appeared in Pacific Standard, the Los Angeles Review of Books, and the Point. He lives in Los Angeles.
Letters to Jake

Declarations

Hey Jake We were at the poppy preserve without poppies in Lancaster, CA, past 140th Street, a street name whose import I detailed for you in my last letter. I don’t know how long poppy seasons…

Letters to Jake

Faraway Looks

Hey Jake I went to the poppy preserve with the barista on the way to Nevada. It was right there in Lancaster, out past 140th Street, the street with the name that makes perfect sense and…

The Weather

Flight 3622

I’m writing from Delta flight #3622, with service from Detroit to Marquette, and I’m seated in row twelve, which, on this little plane, is the last, and while I would love to blame Delta for this,…

Travels

The Promise of Delivery

The hammock I’d bought for the riverboat was nearly too long. I had to tie it as tight as I could so that when I got in it to sleep my butt didn’t sag to the…

The Weather

To-Do List

Floss more. Why did you bring the fun-size Oral-B Glide all the way to New York if you’re not going to use it once? Will you use the full-size Oral-B Glide you have waiting on the…

The Weather

Total Fan

Got a total fan on now because it’s Saturday. Drank too many Bud Light Limes and got a acid hole in my throat because I didn’t have any water. Ate a sandwich without any stuffing because…

Letters to Jake

Weighing In

Hey Jake One thing about traffic on the way to Nevada is that it’s got a lot of space to crop up. It cropped up as soon as I descended the ramp below the First Adventist…

Letters to Jake

Questions and Beliefs

Hey Jake I threw ‘em down, Jake. I played my cards with the barista and we finally got out of Hollywood. It took a while. It took some effort. It took persistence. It took enduring an…

The Weather

Habit

Chincoteague’s over. I’ve been back in East Hollywood for nearly a week now, and I’m still getting used to it. I’d been home for a few nights when I met my neighborhood posse—Stephan McCormick, Megan Brotherton,…

Letters to Jake

Mood Assessment

Hey Jake Guess what. I went to Nevada with the barista, an actual woman, and yes, we stayed in motels, and yes, we gambled. I didn’t win any money. I tried. But you don’t care about…

The Weather

Zoe House

I’m here on Chincoteague Island, Virginia, with three other members of the Trop collective—Evan Allgood, Roger Sollenberger, and William Torrey. We’re staying in a green house with a pink door that’s been in Roger’s family for…

The Weather

Windy

The wind’s blowing here on Chincoteague Island, Virginia. Is this the tropical storm that everyone’s talking about? Beryl? I don’t see any fog. And I definitely don’t see any rain. I don’t recall seeing any clouds…

Letters to Jake

Seduction

Hey Jake I made you a promise and I’m going to keep it. I told you I was going to the Nevada desert. I told you that going there guaranteed I’d have something to tell you.…

Interviews

Amelia Gray

Amelia Gray is only twenty-nine, but she already has three books out: two short story collections, and now, Threats, her first novel, released in February. Threats is about a dentist named David who loses, first, his license, and…

The Weather

Mixed Bag

Here’s the thing about having a pornstache, A.C.: it works for you, and it works against you. It’s a mixed bag. It’s pro and con all mixed together. It’s facial décor and facial disaster. But if…

Books

Busted Membranes and Neon Flowers

Everyone’s talking about the cover of Heidi Julavits’s new novel, The Vanishers. When my friend Jill bought it, the bookstore cashier went on about how the cover would be better off as a skirt. When I…