She is beautiful—like, princess-of-some-obscure-country beautiful or my-dad-is-a-B-list-celebrity-and-my-mom’s-a-performance-artist beautiful.
Stalking My Ex-Boyfriend’s Girlfriend on Facebook by Amanda Miska
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Cow Love (L’amour vache) by Dale Roche
I wanted to sit outside and sneak a smoke. I was sneaking smokes again, which is pretty silly, since you smoke like a fiend…
Wakefield by Doug Thiele
It was my yearly escape; absentminded travel, hunting old books and indelible images of Virginiana.
A Love Letter to Sarah by Ryan Rydzewski
I was slick and sandy and sweating a rotten tropical sweat, trying to put sharks and jellyfish out of my mind as we waded in the piss-warm water.
A Beagle on My Knee by Jenny Clover
Miss Ellie never met a bowl of red beans or a skillet of cornbread she didn’t love; neither did her beagle, Penny.
What I Learned Instead by Debbie Bradford
Houses, trees, telephone poles blur. I close my eyes, but they open. To see how I’m going to die.
Closing Remarks by Philip Brock
…the melody carried me and my thoughts of Sara to some dim, smoky wood-paneled saloon deep in my spirit…
The Deep End by Alex Sobel
He could effortlessly glide through the water as if it was moving out of the way for him and not the other way around. I could only slap at the water…
My Mother’s Ghost by Joanne Lozar Glenn
In the year following my mother’s passing, it felt as if her ghost draped afterimages heavy as a shearling coat over me. My body took on her limitations. I developed sciatica.
Bereaved by Bernard Grant
… I step outside and meet a squirrel standing between my car’s back tire and the curb.
