Behind the Walls by Vance Voyles

Full House by Kathryn Bold

The Pond by Damien Galeone

Memories of His Father by Sean Prentiss

Full House by Kathryn Bold

“Don’t open that box,” Mom warns me, when I carry it into her bedroom. “It will make you cry.” But…

The Pond by Damien Galeone

We dug into the ground, uprooting the shrubs and tossing them aside. We dug out stones and roots, de-housed spiders…

IN THIS ISSUE - CREATIVE NONFICTION

Behind the Walls by Vance Voyles

army-humvee-iraq

Sitting up, I reach down into my slick, green flight bag and pick up my English to Arabic dictionary. Thumbing through the well-worn pages, I search for the words I will need today. Hospital. Doctor. Medicine.

The Pond by Damien Galeone

shovel with dirt; digging hole

We dug into the ground, uprooting the shrubs and tossing them aside. We dug out stones and roots, de-housed spiders the size of plump ravioli and worms like fleshy shoelaces. Three feet into the ground we found an arrowhead…

Memorial Day by Carrie Flynn

newborn hand in woman's

I slouched at the end of the exam table in the crepe-paper robe, and to avoid crying uncontrollably, I spoke ill of my sister-in-law: “She’s an 18-year old dropout and just had a baby.”

Lambs on the Bubble by Bronze Johnson

house-inside-bubble

Some went back to bartending. Some went to the pawnshop to hawk whatever knee-jerk purchases were intended to signify status. I went back to the hotel to work as a doorman and regain my benefits.

Con Te Partiro by Jenni Wilson

cd-music-notes-dark-swirls

The song played in a continuous loop, providing not only the music for all three of us, but also a swirling psychedelic picture on the computer screen for Scott and Mike to watch until I had dinner on the table.