Nonfiction

HOME FREEby Andrew Chinich  I grew up next to a grave yard. My alarm clock for school was dirt and gravel bouncing off the lowered coffins.From my bedroom window I could see those black holes in...

HOLD HER ONCE AGAINby Juanita Tovar  I It’s Saturday. Sábado. In the AM. The sky is a solid shade of light blue, unclouded and pristine. Its pastel hues are reflected on Juanita’s red sunglasses as she...

THE TROUBLE WITH GERRYby Christopher Harris  In 1964 my thirty-one-year-old brother Gerry cut himself off from our family. I was 19. I’ve never come to terms with his disappearance. Many times I’ve thought of him,...

VALERIE MAUD GOLDMANby Valerie Angel    According to ANAD, an online resource agency for eating disorders, “At least 30 million people of all ages and genders suffer from an eating disorder in the US.” At...

I WONDER WHERE THAT VIDEO IS NOWby Molly Blumhoefer     Jess, Devin and I had gutter punk boyfriends, dirt covered squatters who travelled through Minneapolis during the warmer months. In the mid-nineties, most of this...

NOVEL AS PAINTING: The Tiger’s Wife by Tea Obrehtby Wally Swist Lead sentences to monumental novels are memorable. Gabriel García Márquez opens his One Hundred Years of Solitude with Colonel Aurelio Buendia facing a firing squad and thinking about...

WILL I DIE OF HEAT STROKE?by Ruth Deming My metallic gray Nissan with its red racing stripe sped confidently into the parking lot of Staples, a seven-minute drive from home. Friendly Dave installed an anti-virus...

UNITYby Kenneth Noris   White was at the top of the color chart, superior to all. Dominant to all mankind on the universe. White ruled the nation from coast to coast. White people were the Gods...

OSCAR WILDE IN BOCAby Emanuele Pettener A few years ago I went to Mass, here in Boca Raton, Florida, where I live. Mass began and before the Gospel a distinguished lady went up to the...

THE SUICIDE OF MY YOUTHby Debra Basco Drinking as early as 13 years old was already a pattern for me, drinking hard liquor was my norm.  The years are is so vivid in my mind...