NonFiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

     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,...

HALF OF SOMETHINGBy John Ballantine The glass is half full, even though it is emptying fast. Life seeps out of the body as we wake to another day with the sun rising.The water station, with...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

BABY BROTHERBy Kat Kiefer-Newman I had a brother. But I never had a brother.He died before I was born and if he hadn’t, I might not be here. His burial was my conception; we are permanently linked,...

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...

ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENTBy Wally Swist Time presses upon us in innumerable ways.  Proust wrote, “When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the...