Category: Nonfiction

Penance

Ecem Yücel Content Warning: This essay contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: domestic violence, animal death. I once rebelled against my mother, whispers mother. She...

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The Second Handle

Cila Warncke Content Warning: This essay contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: sexual assault.   Everything has two handles, one by which you can carry it, the other...

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Letter to My Mother

Jacqueline Goyette I want to describe for you what it looks like from the window in my bedroom. The city of Macerata out in the distance, beyond the other apartments in their stucco walls. In their...

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All the Lines I Missed

Lauren D. Woods I had a poetry class to take, my first. Think about repetition within poems, the prompt said. Come ready to share one form of repetition. But I skipped the poetry class because I...

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Two Truths and a Lie

Mauri Pollard Johnson How to Play: Give three statements about yourself. Let two be truths and one be a lie. Make your lies rest in the space between believable and outlandish. Make them sound like...

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Old Gods

Rose McMackin I know the summer constellations well. Cassiopeia, chained to her chair. Cygnus, the swan with the bright star Deneb in his tail. Aquila, the eagle, bearing thunderbolts across the sky....

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Commencement

Sara Davis After Joe Brainard I remember the mall on Saturdays. We tried on clothes, but no one had clothes money so we bought candy cigarettes, makeup, Hello Kitty trinkets. It cost a quarter to...

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I click on a map of languages, dead and dying

Lori Yeghiayan Friedman and find my dead and dying language, the one that I don’t speak. Everyone knows it: I am the killer, always have been. I am guilty, no trial needed.   Murderer though I...

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Go Outside and Weep

Omar Khoury And when the Lord God formed Man from the dust of the Earth and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, God made Man full of contradiction. “First, you shall pray to me,” He...

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On the Brink of Something

Hasheemah Afaneh I thought I would remember the nurse’s name, but I was naive to think my memory wouldn’t fail to recall the name on her white coat, despite whispering it a few times to myself....

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