Nonfiction

The Anatomy of Disconnected Lines I first noticed him on the other side of Westbury Avenue, as we both made our way to the bus stop. Even through heavy traffic I could see his brogues had...

APPARITIONS OF THE PASTBy Aysel Basci  From time to time, when I look back on my life and ask myself what my happiest memories are, as some of us over 60 are in the habit...

EXOTIC FLOWERSBy Zac Pingle Chapter One: Before the SummerWarm winds rolled in from the south just before the summer. In the afternoon dew would still linger on blades of grass, and grasshoppers would sing. Clouds...

DOLPHINS, AS A METAPHORby Justine Cadwell  A dolphin’s smile is the greatest deception. It creates the illusion that they’re always happy. – Ric O’BarryWhat would it be like to sleep at the bottom of the...

Saving Souls We watched the door. All fifty of us in St. Sylvester School Grade 3 learned to listen and to watch for our teacher, a tall nun dressed in flowing white robes with a...

The house was only blocks away, so I got there in minutes. Staci’s sobs were already breathless heaves. All I could do was hold her and utter empty words: “What is it, sweetheart? Tell...

Temperature Fluctuations Prologemena My father touched me after he died.  I was writing at  night under a single lamp and I felt a tap on my shoulder.  Or—one can never be certain in these matters--he passed...

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...

Bernie, Dorothy and Catherine Methodically then, not only each night, as Ruffin slept or not, but also during the seven hours of his first day at school, throughout the remainder of August and early September,...

The Domestic Side of Imperialism: An Argentine Mother Raising Black Kids during the Presidential Transition in the US By Mariana Graciano Fantasmas The night before the election my 3 –almost 4– year old son, Camilo, woke up with...