Nonfiction

ACORDO ENTRE AMIGOSDe Desirée Jung Abro a gaveta e encontro um pedaço de mim: sapatos de uma outra época, cano alto verde, misturados entre alguns livros. Os objetos me assustam. Recordar petrifica. A passagem do...

THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCKby Anita G. Gorman It was 1950 in Queens. On the street where the Andersons lived, they were not the only Swedish immigrants; the Carlsons lived next door. The rest...

HUMBOLDTBy Tom Larsen “Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted length of wire.“Other way,” he tells...

DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNSBy Bill Vernon The motorcyclist turning onto Bakers Road ahead of us had the 1960s Hell's Angels' look, but that impression didn't occur to me then anymore than did the fact I'd...

THE LOSS OF HERBy Kimberly McElreath That Wednesday started with a pink pig pancake pajama party.  In Kindergarten, getting a new weekly letter means a lot.  It’s another step toward being a member in the...

STRANGERSBy Jeff Bakkensen No one ever came to the motel without being seen a long way off. From one side was all flat with nothing growing more than thigh high, from the other more of...

HURRICANE MOONBy Tony Whedon The town where we had rented our cottage that summer when I was thireen, called Port Clyde, sat at the end of a long peninsula that jutted into the Atlantic. It...

LOOKS OF HAPPINESSBy Frannie Gilbertson Do you ever look at someone and think, “Wow, I am so lucky that I have you”? You catch yourself staring at them, watching the way their lips form into...

     CAPTURE HILL #49By Allen Long    My brother Danny and I grew up in Arlington, Virginia, in the Sixties and Seventies.  Although this was a period of significant social turmoil because of the civil rights movement,...

I HAVE COME HOMEBy Antonio Wong “It is time to wake up. Today is the biggest day and you do not want to miss it,” my grandfather said. As I slowly move away from my...