Category: Nonfiction

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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Hanged/drawn/quartered, or, imagining my great-grandmothers’ hands on a Sunday morning, in four parts

jade guthrie I. Sybil (Sue-Ho) My great-grandmother Sybil hands each of her children £2 and watches them skip down the road, newly armed with the pocket money to spend on sweets and comic books to...

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The Lyric Ear

Megan J. Arlett 2024 Nonfiction Spring Contest Winner As a child during The Blitz, my grandfather clambered over the debris of collapsed houses in Gravesend, Kent. He hit capsules of dynamite with a...

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Teacher Bird: or Meditations on Phoebe

Alison Granucci When out of the great cosmos of all creation a bird arrives as the new shape of your mother returning from the dead, tell me, what does it not have to teach about the nature...

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