A due date is like the first day of school. Waiting for it so long. Stuck dull on the end of summer, looming.… more
Category Archives: CREATIVE NONFICTION
Acoustics of Loss
CREATIVE NONFICTION by S.E. DanielsNo whisper goes unheard. Not the apologetic late arrival nor the chattering of children. We fidget in creaks. We remove and replace hymnals in scrapes and thunks. We stumble down pews with muttered condolences.… more
Three Essays
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Neil ConnellySix weeks after giving birth, one morning Beth lacked the strength to lift a hair dryer. Soon tugging a diaper tab spiked piercing pain. Her immune system assaulted her muscles. A drug cocktail restored her somewhat but with cruel side effects. Meanwhile, a book about the disease offered this on page two: “A good carpenter can extend the doorways in your house to accommodate the wheelchair.”… more
My Father’s Son
CREATIVE NONFICTION by David BarkerI’ve written it a thousand times and never gotten any further. My father is a murderer. My father is a murderer. We haven’t seen each other in two decades but it repeats in my head like a mantra I cannot shake. If half of me is him and he is a murderer, what did I inherit? Who am I if I am some of him?… more
Waiting for It
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Joseph BardinThe speaker says something about are you doing what you want in your life, or are you believing in yourself, or something along those lines, and I may as well have been struck by lightning, because the answer, I realize, in no uncertain terms is no, I’m not.… more
My Father, My Uncle
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Maud LavinSomething other than forgiveness for a con man… more
Compliance
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Mileva AnastasiadouSomeday we’ll talk about us, but today is not that day.… more
Soft Talk
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Elaine BuckleyI just started talking to myself. I’m not sure it’s a good thing.… more
Four Essays
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Trey RhoneI have a ritual before I get my haircut. I take off my nail polish. Earrings have to come off, too. The rainbow lanyard that hangs from my pocket must stay inside my car. Most importantly, my voice must get deeper. Queer folks aren’t as welcome in these parts. Only the manly men. Only the straight men.… more
These Days
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Corey MillerToday my eyes are filled with drywall dust. The gypsum fire deterrent bonded by thin cardboard breaks easily with the prying crowbar. The new house gutted and needing more work than expected; holes in the sheathing from pests and soggy with water damage. I just wanted something to go our way, for once, Amy says.… more
