You are bound for the neighbor’s horse barn where we can talk about artificial knees and hips and dropping dead and the dog sleeps with fluttering hunt eyes and the cat blinks watchfully from the little window ledge looking wise about nothing at all.… more
Category Archives: CREATIVE NONFICTION
Ghost Disco
CREATIVE NONFICTION by C.G. DominguezAfter the fact, I think it’s normal to catalog the things I didn’t have time to say to you. This kind of thinking forms a common self-soothing refrain: oh, yes, everyone must feel this way. Move along, rubberneckers. No tragedy here. … more
Song as Epitaph
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Ian C SmithHe came to know home was about time, not place. Before saying goodbye, his slippage stark, The Thinker with Rodin’s muscle wasted, eyes sad when not closed, close to warm blood and nerves’ end, he hoarsely spoke of that girl.… more
The Tumor
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Ned GulleyIt was never part of the plan to have dinner with the tumor. But eventually it seemed like the only thing left to try. It didn’t go well.… more
Collage of Sport as Self, Self as Sport
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Michael CoppermanI loved the old room, though it was dim and ugly and old, stank of the pungent antiseptic soap we used to mop the mats and the brininess of sweat that couldn’t really be scrubbed away. It smelled like what it was: a box of straining bodies on a soft floor, blocked in by padded walls, a training ground that contained as much of yourself as you were willing to release.… more
Beer and Sushi
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Josh OlsenI’m sure plenty of his friends’ parents stroll through his line, but I wondered how many of them had taken him to a concert in Detroit when he was 15, and if I was the first on a Saturday night, buying beer and sushi in a Dusty Rhodes t-shirt?… more
People Running to Places
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Mileva AnastasiadouThe last time I saw you, I didn’t know I’d miss who I was before the last time I saw you.… more
Gunplay
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Damian DressickIf his own brother refused to stand at parade rest in the middle of a replanted forest on the ridge line above a played-out coal mine and let him fire a copper jacket hollow point a few inches from his milk white face, I sure as hell was willing.… more
THE LONER’S HOLE
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Kent JacobsonA maverick poet and old friend asked if I’d like to replace him teaching prison inmates. Why me? I wondered, and didn’t ask. Men I know don’t often speak directly, even to friends. If pressed, my friend might not have said. Anyway, I can’t ask. He died not long after from a heart attack.… more
The Roast
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Amy CookI think of my grandmother, who had, by 1987, cooked nightly for my grandfather, for forty years. Was he ever this gentle with his criticism? Did he ever account for the myriad of ways that a roast can burn?… more
