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Creative Nonfiction
 2 min

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 ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
 1 min

I Can't Do This

Jim

I can’t do this today

Peering through dirty windows at citizens hiding

behind shells ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 1 min

My African brother

DJD

One day my African friend Mogio and I are walking to a sub shop. While walking we hear word of a black movement squad making their presents known by playing hip hop basketball and picketing marching ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 1 min

The Mechanics

Elaine Rosenberg Miller

The walls of the Manhattan apartment had been repainted many times. They were bubbled and uneven. Here and there their surfaces had cracked, revealing the colors of decades past.

“Can I get you ...  [+]
Short Fiction
Creative Nonfiction
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction
 5 min

America in the Sky

Bozlich B

I remember that day starting off ordinarily enough; there I was playing in the open field not that far from home, the sky azure with hardly a cloud blighting its face.

The lie of the land is so ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

Get Back On

Tisha Reichle-Aguilera

When Daddy’s brother, Uncle Edward, got a new horse for his fancy shows, he gave me his gentle old mare, Pearl, for my seventh birthday. I thought she was the best present ever.

“That’s a ...  [+]
Poetry
 3 min

America

Via D'Agostino

America, I gave you all my faith and you have failed me.

The dream of 1776 is the nightmare ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 1 min

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 hurts ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 5 min

Tracks and Pie

Jerry 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 ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry