I try not to sound crazy when friends ask me how I am. I’m doing okay, I say. Really. I’m learning to play the harp…
Strings by Linda Broder
Category: Creative Nonfiction
The Lesson by Christopher P. Collins
…his snippy “No” validates his teenage indignation. He looks back to his game. “Hold on guys,” he radios into the mic. “It’s my dad.”
And So Begins, in Slow Motion, the Care of Him by Sara Michas-Martin
After all that measured breath and surge, the hours of nothing, then something, then more terrible pause….
The Mumbi by Amelia Fulbright
Carving a narrow vein of lifeblood across the dry earth, the Mumbi is a clear, swift-moving stream….
Retail Outlook for the Zombie Apocalypse by Lisa Greim
Fabric scraps, discarded tools, and drifts of white shopping bags cover the floor, their contents already forgotten.
Summer, 1987: Windber—A Place You Can’t Leave By Moving by Damian Dressick
There’s a large bonfire. I have no idea what they are burning. If my cousin is involved, evidence is a safe bet.
A Personal History of Dogs by Beverly Donofrio
When I was two I’d dress our black puppy in my doll’s yellow dress, tuck him into the doll carriage, and sing “Rock-a-bye Baby”…
Pulling Levers by Emily Pavick
Years ago, before our son was born, my husband and I dreamed of moving away from Illinois, where the world is wind and lakes and cornfields…
Five Wallpapers by Anne Panning
The other day I mentioned the deep regret I feel over not having taken small scraps of wallpaper from the rooms of my parents’ house.
Everything Must Go by Marie Manilla
It’s all tagged. Baggies of nails from Dad’s workshop. Two end tables that belonged to my Italian grandparents. Even the dust mop.
