Creative Nonfiction

Writing·Lauren Kelley

Enforcing the Line

Trisha takes a break from work—at home, in her own safe place. She meets with me outside her home, in my camper trailer. She calls it cozy and homey. My dogs and cats pile on top of her. We start chatting about nothing in particular at…

Writing·Marcia Yudkin

Subtraction

“What is it?”I had just unwrapped a wedding gift sent by my cousin Barbara. A filigreed silver railing surrounded a padded surface four or five inches in diameter. Eventually I learned it was a wine bottle coaster, meant to showcase an opened wine…

Writing·Ghazifa Bashir

The Chorography of Placidity: A History of What Was Never Written

Every archive is a sepulchre erected upon the debris of what was never permitted inscription. It does not simply preserve; it intercedes—selecting, suppressing, sanctifying some narratives while consigning others to the oblivion of…

Writing·Nancy Jorgensen

Winter Looks Familiar Until It Breaks You

At the hospital, the nurse paused my husband’s gurney at the kissing corner, where, drug-sleepy, he tipped his head toward me for a peck. The nurse said I would see him in a few hours.

Writing·Dale Scherfling

Ray and Eva

Ray and Eva sang and yodeled their way on radio stations all through the Middle-Atlantic States, from Virginia through Ohio, in a two-door tan sedan, stopping to plink at bean cans with .22 rifles after they had dined from them nightly.…

Writing·Catalina Florina Florescu

Of rats and mice

Men were very fond of their time alone underground. They returned from work. They had supper. They went downstairs and talked about things their wives and kids would not be allowed to find out. It was dictatorship communism and we were…

Writing·Dale Scherfling

Radiator Reading

I sat in the little red-bricked library by the train tracks in Vermilion, Ohio, listening to the steam pipes in the radiator and watching engine smoke from the yards through an almost-frosted-over window while others did the sledding and…