NonFiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

WHITEBOARDS AND COURAGEby Beth Burgmeyer  The house that love built. I remember the slogan, but never really knew what a Ronald McDonald House was. Until now. Until tragedy brings me to the house in Iowa...

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...

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...

   WE THE LOSERSby Matthew Conte   I was standing by the oven when I saw them, clamped together tight as lovers on a station platform, beating each other. It was a midsummer Saturday at the boardwalk...

BAD FORTUNE AROUND MEETING THE PRESIDENTby Kurt G. Schmidt   Since my father had threatened Mom with a .22 rifle, life had been reasonably calm for over three years. However, the cat population at our house...

REFUGE WITH LAST BLACK MAN IN SAN FRANCISCOby Mellody Hayes  “The only thing effective immigrant parents are doing is raising kids who will someday disrespect them,”  I said to my date, Vincent. He is French. And...

A MURKY FUTUREby Jennifer Nelson  I thought I knew exactly what I wanted, until the morning I started bawling in the newsroom.Tears gushed down my face, blurring my vision as I struggled to read my...

I DO NOT RECALL THE NAMEby Sara Wetmore  Even after all these years, I think I hate him all the same. Perhaps more now that I have had the time and space to dwell, like...