Nonfiction

Decay perhaps, or maybe erosion is a better word. The wearing away of outer layers. The gristle at the center exposed. We’re not talking about lovely river rocks, smooth and bulbous. Their trauma made...

THE LAST VISITby Debra Neumann    I’m driving up to see you one last time.  Our years of daily communion will soon end.  I should be thinking about this, finding words –  the right ones, to...

THE CUT DOWNBy Dalton Bryan Monk Duane Bryan Monk has no idea I’ve written this, and I intend to keep it that way. I wasn’t told that I had to embark on my dad’s tedious vocations,...

POSTMODERN MUDby Iggy J. Louis    In Lieu Introductions and FrontiersA perfect ideology is as rare as common sense. There are near a billion perspectives when looking at what’s wrong with the current station of...

Game Point “Hey, handsome,” says a sweetly familiar voice from the right of me as I enter the gate at the airport. I turn to look, and again a riptide sweeps me away, drowning me in...

You’ve probably never heard of California Historical Landmark #864. That’s because you’ve probably never heard of the town in which it resides. The Gable Mansion sits on the corner of Cross and 1st Street...

WALKERBy Olga Pavlinova Olenich  Sometimes when you walk along the well-trodden path following coastline, there is a moment when the suburban elements – the ugly new houses behind you, the road with its speed bumps...

PARENTING REDUXBy Pam Munter How old was I when I realized I was the family’s black sheep? As long as I can remember, I knew I could not trust my parents with my real self....

THIS WINTER This winter, in collaboration with Covid-19 Bridget Kiley I never wore socks before quarantine, but now I seem to always be in need of them -- digging to the bottom of drawers to find a...

My uncle raises chickens for eggs. To facilitate egg production, he bought a rooster. The brood runs around in the grass in the back of his house, which was my grandmother’s before it became...