Creative Nonfiction

One Crisis at a Time

Jordan Leigh

January was just another year.  A year closer to the election.  A year farther from the end of graduation and all the promise that entailed.  A year closer to midlife.
In February I turned... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Petroleum Smile

Jojo W

Ending my shift in the darkness of the night. Walking to the car quite exhausted. Climbing slowly into the driver's seat. Inhaling a deep breath prior to starting the ignition. I exhale and listen... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Sunflower

Gabrielle Jamieson

I wish I could speak to the young mixed girl in rural Delaware when she hated her knotted curls, brown eyes, and skin that was shades darker than her mother’s. She was still growing, expanding... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

American Raised

Shar Vegas Moore

My America is so free until its dysfunctional. My family is as functionally, dysfunctional as they come. Because of them, I have loved and can persevere anything. I have never discussed what it has... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Respect, Dignity And Love!

TLRJ

My first memory of racism, well, my first realization of racism, happened when I was a young child. My little friend was black, and I had never thought a thing about it either way. Our families were... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The United States of Trauma

Cassie Premo Steele

The thing about trauma, when it is survived, is that it can prepare people for the future. Sometimes people develop skills to handle a crisis or deescalate violence. Veterans can become police... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Coloring Outside the Country

Kmarch

America, I can’t color you in. You don’t exist. America is not a country. There are three Americas: North, Central, and South. You can't be drawn on any map. However, I will color you a name... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Green Springs

Tony Martello

I always wonder if cavemen and women knew what time was? And if so, did it seem to accelerate and decelerate to them, as it appears to us today? The concept of time has only changed recently (a few... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Box Voice

Soumy Ana

I lived in America. My family has been featured many times in magazines and newspapers. We are nothing special. Yet, we’ve been photographed because we showed up at the right time, at the right... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

A Uniquely American Language

Celeste Bonfanti

America is made up of hundreds of unique minority populations, and one is the Deaf Community. Our country borrows its principal spoken language from our one-time colonial power, England. Howeve... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

a new loneliness

Christinezang

Surprisingly, there are more people outside now: the parks, the streets, the front yards. An order to stay at home has prompted people to take more walks, to redesign their gardens. In the... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

A Small Clause

Judy Weingarten

I have worked in the same office space for twenty years. It’s in a small house, built in 1949, and faces a park with paths and trees. I’m a therapist. Clients come to tell me their deepest... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Tracks and Pie

Gerald Olivas

How different could it be? It was only four or five blocks from where I lived, just across the tracks.
The Southern Pacific railroad lines went through my little town in the Central Valley of... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Photograph of a bounty hinter

Mozafar Ahmed Babiker

He had an orange, irregular shaped stain on his white tank top, and the thought of it brought heaviness to his lungs. He hated it, despised it. He appreciated symmetry in things, including color, it... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

America The Green

Sunny Lancaster

We drove south on York Road, passing the large brick house that always stole my attention. I peered past my mother’s arms and the steering wheel, to take another long, unblinking look. The... [+]