You know it’s been a bad rain when you see so many dead frogs. I saw a lot of them along the side of the road. The air smells different during a flood.
Southern Rain by Todd Sentell
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Distance by Matthew Brennan
I wanted to stand in the potential of harm’s way, feel closer than the breadth of this shared water allowed.
Runner by Clive Collins
“I dreamed rain,” she said, sitting up in the bed. | “It’s raining outside. Chucking it down. Must have got into your dream.”
Bus Ride With Santa, the Average Citizen and Me by Jenna Matthys
It is exactly zero degrees, and the sleet is hitting my cheek faster that I can wipe it away.
Who I Am by Sue Granzella
I never knew quite how my mom would answer the question that I’d pose to her each morning when I’d call at 6:45.
Affairs of Dragons by Wendy Thornton
Starla’s poems are difficult and shocking but impressively written. She’s a kid, but it’s clear that she knows things a 14 year old should not know.
Savage Blossom by Amber Peckham
When I was growing up my father always tried to keep Venus fly traps… They didn’t look like anything dangerous, but I always got a little nervous knowing that it ate meat..
Fabric by Andrea Fox
My father came home every night with a pack of Pall Malls in his shirt pocket, beer on his breath and several rubber bands around his wrist.
Nana’s Guide to Illusion by JT Torres
My father had recently bought a satellite dish for this very reason. Hundreds of channels provided me with a spectral reality that would circumvent my curiosity for real reality.
Li Ching-Yuen by Dunstan McGill
George sometimes walks with a limp. Which usually means good things. Because a hiccup in George’s gait means George has worked in the field today…
