Category: Nonfiction

Of These Maypops Blooming

LaTanya McQueen As the boy he was, a child who loved and was loved, and if only they’d seen him as this and not whatever it was they saw instead to warrant what they believed, maybe then they would...

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Notes on Property

Esther Ra 2025 Spring Contest Nonfiction Winner On the first day of Property class, we each filled out a survey describing our most valuable piece of property. Some write, My law degree. Others, My...

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A Name Belongs to One Person

Brooklin Pigg My mom started dating a man named Elliot when my friend Elliot died. If I asked her for the timeline, I’m sure she would remind me that she was seeing her Elliot a few weeks or even...

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Twitch and Bones

Emma Zimmerman My border collie greets the world each morning like an alien coming down to earth. What is that white stuff on the ground? What of these four-wheeled animals, grunting to life? Joni...

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Not the Victim

J. L. Bermúdez Always at the same time, the green van with yellow letters. A man, tall and dark, hair parted like a curtain. A cigarette in his hand. I can’t recall if he is handsome, or just...

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Self-Portrait as Baby

Erik Moyer I am born. I’m not thrilled about it. Two weeks overdue and another twenty hours of crimson labor later, I am at last evicted from the womb, a whopping ten-pounder. My mother is whisked...

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Picking at the Nail

Megan Eralie-Henriques Look closely at my hands. Notice how I’ve shredded the skin around my jagged nails. Look closer. See my fingernails picking at wounds, scarcely able to scab over. Bleeding,...

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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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