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CREATIVE NONFICTION

Murmurations by Susan Eve Haar

April 28, 2021

  She had become clumsy. She’d dropped the mug she loved, the green one the color of an aspen leaf, with its fluted skirt at the bottom. Either she’d knocked it to the floor, or worse, forgotten it was in…

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A Letter to My Seventh-Generation Descendant by Leah Myers

April 14, 2021

  Dear Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Granddaughter, You probably don’t exist. I have never wanted to be a mother, and that will probably never change. Still, every time my tribe reaches out to those of us pursuing higher education, we are asked what we…

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User’s Guide to Point Guards & Girlfriends by Marisa Crane

March 24, 2021

  When you’re the point guard, you’ve got to be an extension of the coach on the court, & when you’re the girlfriend, you’ve got to be an extension of your abuser in public. Be careful not to embarrass either…

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A Terroir of Parsley by Natasha Sajé

March 10, 2021

  At first glance, a reader might miss the “i.” And see terror, from the root for “fear,” which many people feel these days. But the French word terroir comes from terra, land, and refers to the quality an environment…

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Normal Girl by Kelly Lindell

February 24, 2021

  Bedtime in first grade is finger jelly and sock lint. Vaseline rubbed on my bloody, split, vellum-dry knuckles; hands cocooned in white Nike gym socks, wrapped on my wrist with scrunchies. I am told to sleep. Wake up for…

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Wheel of Sleep by Steve Mitchell

February 10, 2021

  Justine’s gaze is forward, eyes narrowed. Her blond hair hangs limp, wet or unwashed. Her face is puffy. She might have been crying all night, but her eyes are not red, her cheeks aren’t wet. It’s dawn or dusk,…

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Called Shot: A Prose Sestina by Emma Kaiser

January 27, 2021

  I ignore him as he takes the chair across from mine, though I knew of course that he’d be here—back porch of the local backwoods dive bar, the night cool, the back of my neck burning. It is November…

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Collecting Thoughts on Memory by Elizabeth Templeman

January 13, 2021

  My father suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease. “Suffered” isn’t quite accurate, though. Dad fell gently into the embrace of Alzheimer’s. During the years between the diagnosis and his death, only once did I see him frustrated by his inability to…

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The Coat by Kathleen McKitty Harris

December 16, 2020

  Christmas, 1978. I recognized my father’s rushed, angular handwriting in Santa’s note beside the empty scotch glass and plate of sugared crumbs on our coffee table—but I was eight, and I wanted to believe. That year, my father bought…

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When Steve Urkel Played Soccer by Davon Loeb

December 2, 2020

  They thought I’d be the best kid on the team, made plans before the season started, me at striker or wing—using my speed to split defenders, Inside Scissors to a Step-Over, moving that ball from heel to toe like…

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