The Ruined, Blessed Stairs/Donna Vitucci, Creative Nonfiction
The Ruined, Blessed Stairs by Donna D. Vitucci e of course desire their kisses, we cry out for them in dreams, try to grab up the mists before they fade. Sheet hems and ant trails in the dirt,...
Carol Smallwood: Interviewing the Interviewer
MF: You once mentioned to me that you find editors are the unsung heroes of “the business” we are in. Can you elaborate on that?
CS: Editors are behind the scenes, helping others look good. We are there to help and must put our own need to write on hold.
Pyro: A memoir of California/Creative Nonfiction
Photo by Andy Watkins on Unsplash *** Pyro: a memoir of California by Gregory Von Dare y workday day began at 6:00 a.m. After the clock-in, my first task was to open a six-foot tall safe. That hulk was...
Susan Hodara/Creative Nonfiction
n the forlorn lot, I take a look. Headlights entirely gone, grille curved inward, metal crunched. “Fuuuuckkk!” The word surges from me as I clench my fists, furious at the deer, sad for my mother, who was so proud of the care that had gone into this car, so pleased that Sofie would have it.
Entwined is a creative nonfiction piece that pulls readers into an unexpected intersection between the narrator, an ambiguous stranger, and a girl. This unsettling meeting mirrors the author’s own troubled emotional state, as she struggles to separate the two to reveal the truth of the encounter.
The Illustrated “On the Road”/Christopher Panzner
“The Illustrated On the Road,” by Jack Kerouac Illustrations by Christopher Panzner Project Details: he idea was to create a watercolor/ink carnet de voyage (travel sketchbook or...
The Ghost of Berry Creek/Environment
In early July, when I first saw the creek, there had been plenty of water downstream from the collection site. But by August, flow had been reduced to a point where all the water was now being captured by the pipe. Below the intake, the streamside wetland plants had shriveled, or never had a chance to sprout, or had simply disappeared over the years from the altered habitat.
Elliott Wilner/Creative Nonfiction
Alamy Stock Photo, Trinity Mirror, Mirrorpix STREET CRIME: Memories of Life on 28th Street by Elliott Wilner Guest Contributor n the 1940s, when I was a young boy, 28th Street Northwest was a...
Prelude to Cuba and Dallas
President Kennedy was coming to Bogue Field? Standing with the other lower level NCOs on our half-hour trip to Bogue, one hand on a metal pole screwed fast to ceiling and deck, I swayed with the bouncy rhythm of our cattle car and tried to maintain my balance. The North Carolina countryside zoomed past outside like a movie on fast forward, and the open windows and doors sucked hot air inside. The roar in my ears…
Of Brooms and Ennui/L. John Harris
Of Brooms and Ennui on the Île Saint-Louis by L. John Harris (Excerpted from "Café French: A Flâneur's Guide to the Language, Lore and Food of the Paris Café." Text and illustrations by L. John Harris. Forthcoming Fall, 2019 from el Leon Literary Arts.) ...
R. Benedito Ferrão/Creative Nonfiction
Photo by Javi Lorbada on Unsplash *** A Girl from Zanzibar, a Guy from Goa, and that Chap (from) Mercury by R. Benedito Ferrão had finally arrived, but the start of this journey of a lifetime had...
Cynthia McVay/Creative Nonfiction
The first time I saw Field Farm it was the dead of winter, snowless and charmless, but even so, something about the soft curves of the land and open space captivated me. As the realtor fumbled for the key to the modest house, with thick plastic tacked to its windows, I turned to look over the short-cropped, amber field, unfazed by the fierce wind that came from all directions at once. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and head, and stuffed my bare hands into my coat pockets. My shoulders lifted to my ears to close out the cold. I could barely hear the realtor’s answer when I announced I was going there. And then the wind swept me out into the land.
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Karen Lethlean/An Ironman’s Story
Say What?! Ironman: The most grueling race in the worldwhere a lifetime training often is not enough by Karen LethleanContributing Writer ccording to Ironman triathlon mythology Germans are...
Ocean Ghosts/Ben White
And I was haunted. All the way across the ocean on the way to Tokyo to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Japanese Coast Guard, I was haunted by the sea, the stories, the history, the unknown, the traditions, the journey. The haunting itself is a ghost.
Sherrie Harvey/Creative Nonfiction
Photo by Jenny Marvin on Unsplash *** The Bermuda Triangle by Sherrie Harvey Contributing Writer How would you girls like to spend the summer in Bermuda? My mom asks my younger sister and me. The May fervor of the approaching summer excites us. My tumultuous...
Epiphany in a Pizza Shop A Trumpian Reverie By Evan Lockwood Illegally stoned on a plant not federally legal yet, in line at a pizza shop on a Friday night. The line is uncomfortably long for being this stoned. A young girl – clearly the daughter of an...
R. B. Ejue/Fiction
She starts greeting you in your language, releasing throngs of words you cannot understand so that you become irritated. All this is unnecessary. You know she can speak English and so you don’t understand why she insists on speaking your language all the time. You ignore her and walk away, hoping that your conduct puts her off, but she is unfazed, tipping the taxi driver and carrying your two traveling bags into the house, the smile on her face ever present.