It’s astonishing that so much life can fit into a little jar.
The Urn by Robert Isenberg
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Heroes Mean Nothing; They Never Keep Warm by Shae Krispinsky
I left my small valley-town-dirt-road Pennsylvania for the heat of the city, the humidity viscous on my skin. My fathers had to be here somewhere.
Seek and Find by Lori Jakiela
The pediatrician wears cartoon ties. His hair is spiked. His eyes are big and round. He looks like a boy-man.
Pile Driving, Poetry and Poultry by Sangamithra Iyer
I was 26 years old; the same age my father was when he arrived in America in 1969 with seventy-five cents in his pocket. It was my first birthday without him
Home on the Range by Dan Shewan
It was the last thing I ever expected to find in my hands.
The Baptism of Oma Ray by Derick Strode
I grew up knowing Aunt Oma was going to hell. Mom and Dad often talked about it in the front seat of our Thunderbird on the way home from church.
Sunflowers in New Jersey by Mary Diduch
It starts with a blank, raw egg in the palm of my hand. White, cold, and smooth, except for some sand-like bumps.
Sinkhole by William Vernon
Dad’s tooth extraction bled for four days, but he continued his routines with the only apparent minor alteration of one pouching cheek…
Vanilla Bones by April Jo Murphy
Sometimes her silences make me feel like I’m underwater, reaching upward through murky dark. My extended fingers reaching for a surface, trying to break through the invisible hydrogen bonds that separate air from sea.
Home Fires Burning by Anne Fox
Tonight I’ll blame the sherry for the fanciful images playing in the back of my mind—an evening, a mellow light cast from the hearth into a room textured with polished wood and soft things, a sofa lumpy with pillows, a thick, nubbled carpet, its surface worn to silkiness.
