Category: Nonfiction

TIME TO BLEED

Ander Monson No one talks enough about how Schwarzenegger looks on-screen. Or how his face is lit in every shot: one sees what California did in him to make him governor. In 1987 I would have...

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In Flight

Brenda Miller and Julie Marie Wade   My brother-in-law, who flies planes for a living, tells me that no one can die in the sky. “But people die everywhere,” I protest.  “That’s the...

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Clevelanding

Betty Rosen   I learned “city” from Cleveland and its drone of heart-rot, clotting-rust hopelessness. I still read in its script of nostalgia. Its bridges crash down into silver water,...

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Wake Up Call

Steven Church   Fort Collins, CO 1999   Where’s the baby? I called out in the dark. Half asleep, I sat up in bed. Where’s the baby? I asked again. I’d been troubled recently...

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On Words, Like Wanderings

Jill Talbot and Justin Lawrence Daugherty   i. North Country For a while I lived along the Canadian border. Never crossed it, though it felt like it on snowy nights I’d settle into corner...

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Swallowing Needles

Melissa Wiley   Closer to Honey There were gold veins on her ceiling. If not gold, amber then, something resembling resin. They once were blue, the same as everyone else’s. Only so many years...

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The Tooth: a true story

Belle Boggs   My mother had marked the offending date on the calendar with a dark cloud and two jagged bolts of lightning. Raindrops fell from the eighth to the other days of the month—the...

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Centralia

Mandy Clark   A boy named Todd is taking a shortcut through his grandmother’s yard one day in 1981. He is twelve years old, and he lives twelve miles down Pennsylvania’s Route 61 from where...

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Wait

Randon Billings Noble   wait|wāt| verb no obj. List I paced a room, a neighborhood Ate a party-sized bag of ripple chips Whispered “Heathcliff” in the dark Hit myself in the face with a...

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This Story

Jill Christman   Here is the so-called dead grandmother story the teacher told us not to write. Everybody has one.   Once upon a time there was a shy, bookish, bespectacled girl with a larger...

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