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February 13, 2015 | Nonfiction

Take a Bow and Accept the Bouquets: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 3

Andrew Bomback

Coincidentally, I read the third book of My Struggle in the two weeks leading up to my daughter’s third birthday. The coincidence is that my daughter was experimenting with a particularly annoying

February 12, 2015 | Nonfiction


Steve Anwyll

With my back to the washer and dryer I started pissing down the wall.

February 4, 2015 | Nonfiction

Whisper Satyr

Jen Hirt

With my inheritance I buy duck prosciutto and rent vacation homes on beaches and mountains.

January 26, 2015 | Nonfiction

How to Write a Mother Memoir

Asha Dore

Present the conflict or the mother as the conflict or the mother as the object of conflict during childhood.

January 22, 2015 | Nonfiction

My Secret Church

Shannon McLeod

In elementary school, when kids talked about being “Christian,” I thought they were talking about race. 

December 22, 2014 | Nonfiction

I Was Nine

Steve Anwyll

One time I was sitting near a row of bushes along the side of the house playing with some toys. Immersed in what I was doing. And a thick river of shit flowed from my asshole.

December 15, 2014 | Nonfiction

#Nightshift: "Just One Arrow" (Excerpts from an Instagram Essay)

Jeff Sharlet

“For years after the war and after the camps, Chava Rosenfarb woke up every morning at 4:00 a.m. to write. She’d open her eyes in the darkness and slip out of bed without waking her husband...

December 12, 2014 | Nonfiction

Our Doubles, Ourselves: Twin Peaks and My Summer at the Black Lodge

Linnie Greene

And then I found her on a VHS. My double, my twin, my doppelganger. Laura Palmer.

December 8, 2014 | Nonfiction

#Nightshift: Mugshot (Excerpts from an Instagram Essay)

Jeff Sharlet

Sunday paper. Card Showers announced for Cecile Jarry, 99, and Fred Aldrich, 90. Meeting of the Sherlock Holmes Club this Wednesday.

December 3, 2014 | Nonfiction


Nina Boutsikaris

What we liked to do that fall—once mornings had grown thin around the edges, the sun sheer like white linen and gone by four o’clock—was to put on eyeliner and these old fur stoles she had collected from thrift store heaps...

November 21, 2014 | Nonfiction

The Star Trek Essay

Amanda Goldblatt

This essay is not about Star Trek in the way that Star Trek is not about space.

November 10, 2014 | Nonfiction


Amy Butcher

I thought it was a baby. It was possible, though not—and this is the important part—likely. 

November 5, 2014 | Nonfiction

Transit (1986)

Debra Monroe

I towed my worldly goods to a remote plot with real snakes in the grass, real primroses near pathways, and I wasn’t a tisket-a-tasket girl running errands but an adult with a narrow skill set that had sent me toward serial opportunities, jobs, my career not careering but ascendant as I checked off items on widely circulated how-to lists, but no one could tell me how to succeed at love. 

October 20, 2014 | Nonfiction

After Michael Sam

Colette Arrand

In the summer between Michael Sam’s selection in the NFL Draft and the day he was cut, his jersey ranked as the second most popular of all rookie jerseys, behind only Johnny Manziel of the Cleveland Browns. Almost like there are gay sports fans.

October 17, 2014 | Nonfiction


Steve Anwyll

A few weeks ago my wife told that I have some mild hoarding tendencies.

She said she was sick of it. The thousands of marijuana roaches I'll never smoke. All the goddamned books lying

October 16, 2014 | Nonfiction

I Am Grocery Shopping

Shaun Turner

I pass a woman who holds a red polka dot Christmas music box in her lap. I never see her turn the key, but as I scan the aisles for my specific things—the white balsamic vinegar, the slivers of blanched almonds—I hear Jingle Bells faintly, somewhere behind me, no matter where I am.

October 6, 2014 | Nonfiction


Nicole Walker

That ability to dissociate—to look from above. You think it would make us save ourselves, seeing the planet from afar, feeling like with one hand, maybe you could fix it.  

September 16, 2014 | Nonfiction

The Fisherman

Hunter Sharpless

At first sight the line, nearly invisible but sometimes catching a ray of sun through the clinging water droplets, ran parallel to the brown water’s surface, from the tip of the pole held by the fisherman standing in the shallows out to unknown depths.

September 2, 2014 | Nonfiction

Your Call is Important to Us: Ballad of a Telemarketer

Shannon McLeod

“My son was murdered last year. His bride murdered him.”

August 26, 2014 | Nonfiction

Ron Allen’s Entertainer Zero Machine at Hasting’s Ballroom, Detroit, 2004

Sean Kilpatrick

Where the fuck are the collected plays of Ron Allen? The police have won, that’s where.

August 5, 2014 | Nonfiction


Steve Anwyll


This was a sign as far as I was concerned. The high water mark. The North American standard for being a shitbag.

A plague of the poor and dirty.

So when we started to see

July 31, 2014 | Nonfiction

LDR/MTM: A Review of Friendship

Amanda Goldblatt

LOL. When I send you emails re: feminism I feel like I'm trolling you. It isn’t that you don’t care about equal rights and access. It’s just that it’s not “your bag” to talk about it a whole lot.

July 30, 2014 | Nonfiction

Opportunity is Missed by Most People

Joe Sacksteder

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like squeegeeing sewage out the back door of the break room for three hours. Or push-brooming a greenhouse until your black snot could be used as an adhesive. Cupping each writhing Bag-a-Bug to see if they’ve eaten their fill of Japanese beetles. 

July 30, 2014 | Nonfiction

Thought-Diving: An Essay

Spencer Hyde

 I breathed in deeply, not knowing at the time I was breathing in the lives of all those at the café, those I sat with just moments before, molecules sliding from the rubble of the explosion into my lungs, bones nestling behind bones.

July 15, 2014 | Nonfiction

We Walk a Line

Amy Butcher

My roommate lives her life differently. This is what she claims. 

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