A large, green pot rested on the stove, with heat rising off and warming my nose as I took in a deep breath of steam and starch. Potatoes – a five-pound bag of plain white potatoes turned into the ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
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A large, green pot rested on the stove, with heat rising off and warming my nose as I took in a deep breath of steam and starch. Potatoes – a five-pound bag of plain white potatoes turned into the ... [+]
To my unborn child,
Yearning to hold you in my arms, I think about what you will look like. Will your eyes resemble mine or your fathers'? Will you smile from ear to ear or sheepishly as you
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My dad is as forgetful with English as I am with fish. For me, a carp, one beta fish, five goldfish, and an entire school of tetras – some pets, some not. For him, the alphabet soup of gramma ... [+]
The full moon hung suspended in the air like a beacon of hope, that failed to shine in the darkest hour. The vast sky was pregnated with pinpricks of lights as the twinkling of burned-out stars still ... [+]
Yesterday it was sixty degrees outside, so I took my bike out for the first time all winter. I biked across the river to return a pair of jeans I'd bought online the week earlier; it turns out that ... [+]
A week before he told me he'd probably fuck other people over the summer, I almost said I loved him — more accurately, I loved his room.
We were lying in Mateo's bed, the twin-sized one
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I'm a hypochondriac.
Although wouldn't it be just like a hypochondriac to try and diagnose themselves as a hypochondriac? A medical and philosophical conundrum, to say the least.
My dread of
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2016.
I am a new patient at a partial hospitalization program in Rancho Cucamonga, California. I didn't want to come here; for the duration of my time in this program I'll be living alone in an
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"Please," the woman said. "Oh, God, someone, please help me."
Her voice was harsh and broke off in places like a staticky, skipping record. I stuffed my left earbud in to drown her out. I'd
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I thought it was a crab apple tree the first year we lived in our house. We let it spill its fruit onto the ground below. The following summer, it sprouted its little green spheres again and I watched ... [+]
I got Jo when I was 23 years old and living in Montana. She was no more than 10 inches and skinny as a twig. Before I adopted her, I wanted to get bitten so that I wouldn't be afraid of my own snake ... [+]
According to some people, the restored gospel of Jesus Christ has brought as a consequence the quick rise of technology. Initially, this assumption was considered because during the centuries previous ... [+]
When I was a kid, I would throw birthday parties for Martin Luther King Jr. I knew his birthday because it was a national holiday, a Monday for me to have a three-day weekend off from school. I joke ... [+]
I used to think drowning wouldn't be so bad. But the cold seeps into your bones and roots there. The waves will sleep with you still. Drowning... it creeps up on you. It slips into your city, past the ... [+]
into the garage, no more Buick or Honda, now driving his oldest grandchild and her babies between Wake Forest suburb and student seminary housing. No more museum of decapitated brooms, empty dusty ... [+]