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CREATIVE NONFICTION

Walking the Iowa River with My Grandmother after the Floods by Grace Morse

July 10, 2024

  I told you it wouldn’t take long to get to the river. No, I don’t come here alone at night. Yes, I do come here when night is impatiently waiting to arrive, streaking the sky with pink and cobalt…

Orchid, Excerpt from Orchid: A Memoir by Chaya Bhuvaneswar

June 28, 2024

  “Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.”  ―Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks   Chapter One: Orchid Tattoo 1. …granulation tissue Granulation tissue is cell growth, after…

Bus Stop by Gabe Montesanti

June 21, 2024

  The nurse processing my intake at the psychiatric hospital looked like the kind of person with whom I would strike up a conversation while waiting for a drag show. Everything about her seemed to match, down to the color…

Twelve by Elissa Lash

June 14, 2024

  One Once there was a hungry woman. Some said she was a giant and some said she was a witch. That woman is me. She might be you. I’ve always been voraciously hungry. Even before the years I starved…

Excerpts from The Space Between by Herb Harris

June 7, 2024

  Prologue I must begin by telling you that I am Black. This is a very strange thing to have to say out loud. It is usually something self-evident that goes without saying. But my light skin and blur of…

Racing, Excerpt from My Heart Is a Bomb by Tori Malcangio

June 5, 2024

  Here they are, the two men in my life who have stepped forward in an executioner’s line. We’ll take the shot, they’re saying, as they assume positions in twin chairs stationed in every cardiologist’s office we’ve visited since my…

Archipelagic by Elisabeth Vasquez Hein

May 15, 2024

  Is your mom a mail-order bride? I was once asked by a classmate in fourth grade while we sat at our desks making fake nails out of Elmer’s glue squeezed into the hollow of our plastic rulers. No, of…

Canines by Jona Whipple

May 8, 2024

  She says go like this and bares her teeth at me, lips pulled back. All the other girls lean in to see inside my mouth, too close. I smell the leather of their shoes, but I don’t flinch. Jagged,…

Forty-Eight Hours in Miami by Christina Simon

April 1, 2024

  My first time in Miami is tiny cups of sweet Cuban cortadito; and going to the Miami Open with my husband to join the crowds cheering for Carlos “Carlitos” Alcaraz, the Spanish teenage sensation and World #1; and rainy…

Snap, Stacked, & Night Sky with Generations by Rebe Huntman

March 13, 2024

  Snap Not when your mother makes you go to the dance. You tell her you’re sick. Really sick this time. See? You’ve broken out in hives. Not when she slathers you in calamine lotion & stuffs you into tights…