Creative Nonfiction

My Stranger

Megan Doxey

I was sitting in a public square in Athens, when I saw something that Intrigued me. A young man, not five meters away from me, who also sat on a smooth bench of stone, was happily chewing on a gyro... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Passage

Alixa Brobbey

Rites are supposed to be heavy, large things. Difficult to carry or pass through. Empty stomach and a bulging suitcase as you make your way out of your mother's arms in a way that feels final. Empty... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Wetness

Yueying Yu

The bed
In the corner of a furnished room
It is purple
It is purple with little flowers, sprinkled on the edge of the linen.
It is...mine.
The room is also mine. The red bookshelf... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Tornadoes and Ice Cream

Hannah Young

“Dad, I had another tornado dream last night.” My father glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, his hands at 10 and 2, the perfect model of good driving. He turned his glance back to the... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Count Your Blessings

Kenley Kohls

“Ohmygosh I haven’t even started that monumental thousand point project due tomorrow.” My friend sighed rubbing his eyes, “how far are you Kenley?”
“Oh, umm...” I hesitate. Sweat... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Musings from the Front Porch

Samuel Cottam

A light fog seems to grip the air. Makes all the surfaces feel damp. The air itself not unsavory but with a definite hint of weight to it not at all like you feel in more arid climes. The effect is... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Almost

Lisa Christensen

For over four years I worked at a newspaper in Tooele County, a rural desert county in Utah. I had a coworker once say the county is a collection of almosts—it could be almost a fantastic hiking... [+]

Poetry

shower

Drew Bell

this shower comes at night, before the heat has sputtered on and the oven hisses gas with... [+]

Poetry

Trepidatae

Thea Manning

He came from out behind the shadows dark,
Of mysteries full I did not presume.
And as he spoke... [+]

Poetry

On Pride

M Anthony C

In this mansion’s shade, I appreciate
The trailer park I lived in until late
In childhood... [+]

Poetry

Hope

Ellie Smith

Fresh chocolate chip cookies that you didn’t bake
Tulle and Wool and Velvet as your hand grazes... [+]