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September 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Pastor and Marguerite

Melissa Mesku

My heart is open. I can feel it. It’s never open. This can’t be a coincidence. This—

September 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Magic Booth

Chris J. Bahnsen

My father’s disjointed rage has shocked him—I’ve seen that look before. He no longer draws from his beer even as Dad tilts his own way up.

September 2, 2019 | Nonfiction

Nearing 40

Peter Witte

I am no longer youthful, but not quite middle aged either. Traces of a younger me are present, though fading.

July 23, 2019 | Nonfiction

Meanwhile, Et in Arcadia

Patrick Crerand

Of course, Jesus only had hyssop—a bitter wine on a wet sponge—during the passion, but that was not an option at the concession stand.

July 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

Home Maintenance

Dan Shiffman

When so much energy is spent on surveying the territory, adapting to the wonders and confusions of a new place, there isn’t always room to develop as a person.

July 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Strange Birds

Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri

Even when I had my brief zoology phase, in elementary school, I always preferred mammals.

July 11, 2019 | Nonfiction

Doch 1

Liat Miriam

I no longer have that lime green vibrator.

July 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

A Snake in the Basement

Lindsay Fowler

I will take an infestation, but only if it won’t spread.

June 24, 2019 | Nonfiction

Your Hair: A Timeline

Dharani Persaud

Now, you book an appointment on a whim. But it’s not a whim. You’ve been thinking about this for a while.

June 20, 2019 | Nonfiction

What We Talk About When We Don’t Talk About Love

Emily Lackey

Like the other day, when we got into a fight about who was the luckier between the two of us to have found the other.

June 19, 2019 | Nonfiction

Surprise Party

Amelia Morand

For Caite’s Sweet 16 we get a couple rooms at the Motel 6 on Cerrillos, not the one downtown with the outdoor pool, the one on the southside between the strip club and the mall, and everyone can pay

June 17, 2019 | Nonfiction

In Perpetuity 

Kamil Ahsan

On the contrary: I wanted people to see my spectacle. I wanted them to never forget it. Z had wondered: what if the joy of experiment dies with joy itself? If the relationship ends, what if we’re done with it forever?

June 13, 2019 | Nonfiction

An Evening: Super Bowl XLVIII

Siân Griffiths

I know brain damage.

June 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Unseen

Jennifer Taylor

When I was 22, my mother was excited for the first day at my new job, but not so much that she couldn’t wait to tell me about the demon that had attacked her in the night. 

Priorities.

They held

June 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

Log of Inconsistencies 

Caitlin Palmer

Sometimes I stop talking to my boyfriend for no reason.

June 7, 2019 | Nonfiction

Hunger

Amber Taliancich

I didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d last eaten. I also knew he needed water.

June 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

When The Conditions Are Right For Looking 

N. Michelle AuBuchon

The last night of the trip, you stay with one of his friends in Vallecitos, New Mexico.  

June 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Sunlight

Juliana Crespo

Soon sunlight would be replaced by nighttime.  I felt this, the same way my grandma could feel the rain coming on.  

June 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

Idiot Box Hero

Maggie Dove

I don't notice anything when the television is on.  A bomb could go off in my kitchen and I wouldn't notice the wreckage until the next commercial break.

May 23, 2019 | Nonfiction

Before the Bell

Jasmin Aviva Sandelson

We know who has her period and who is still waiting. If a girl takes her backpack to the bathroom or sits pool-side in swim class, she has her period. So do the girls who—when they ask Can I go to the bathroom? and the teacher says, No—say But I really need to go.

May 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Making Contact

Lori Horvitz

What I do know: Janet Wellington made eye contact with me in the YMCA pool. I also never had a chance to look my mother in the eye and say goodbye. 

May 14, 2019 | Nonfiction

Fifteen Things I’ve Noticed While Trying to Walk 10,000 Steps Per Day: Muncie, Indiana Edition

Silas Hansen

On a cold and rainy Sunday afternoon when I didn’t want to walk outside: a box proclaiming to be synthetic urine for sale in Nirvana, next to Louie’s Tux Shop and across from C.J. Banks in the Muncie Mall, behind the counter where they sell glass pipes blown to resemble tiny carrots and octopi, next to a rack of Rasta wigs.

May 13, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Future

Brigid Ronan

I turn 30 next month but I’m no longer afraid because I read somewhere that time is an illusion. I am purchasing an anti-aging moisturizer, just in case. It’s expensive, but money is no object. I’m worth four figures.

May 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

Moriches

Kent Kosack

I’ve been tasked with digitizing my father’s slides, a hundred or so he inherited from his aunt.

April 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

Rub Some Dirt on It

Sam DeLeo

And yet, when it came to hitting a baseball, I always liked my odds.

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