These journals have been the friend who never rolls her eyes … the arms of my mother when she is far away.
Why I Have Refrained From Burning Them by Caroline Praderio
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Psychiatry, Tokyo Style by Jonathan Mack
It must be difficult to work all day beside a storeroom full of mind-altering drugs. Certainly it would be hard for me.
Like Momma by Lonette Stayton
I want hair like Momma’s. Big and fluffy, it looks like one of the clouds that floats across the sky.
Thesis by Thomas Wells
He walked to the front of the class, wisps of hair swirling around his head like tiny ghosts and looked at us with abysmatic blue eyes. I noticed that his hands were shaking.
Bob’s Keys the the Kingdom by Alexandria Peary
He lived in a 20-by-20 foot studio apartment for fifteen years. He washed his clothing in the sink, and the hallway reeked of his bathroom…
Post. Wait. Delete. by Amy Braziller
Choose a picture, a flattering one, one that shows you smiling, hopeful…
Blessed Are the Snow Gods by Krystal Skwar
Creaking and cranking, the garage raised and there it was: the snowy road, my journey, laid out before me.
Finding Rich in the Gulf of Alaska by John Unger
My heels were pressed into the mattress, and I was pushing against the headboard. A voice downstairs was calling my name …
The Real Boxer by Meghan MacNamara
Terry approached with a greasy plastic tub of Vaseline. “To avoid cuts,” he explained…
Patagonia by T Nicole Cirone
…you had come up with a “safe word”—a word that, when used, was to stop whatever petty conflict was stirring immediately…
