NonFiction - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

Riven The sun tumbles across the sky like the face of a log ready to be split. There is shade here, beneath the trees. Black shadows stretch like prison bars between the light shining on...

Hazel breezes into town this balmy summer’s day, a day I never imagined would be her last visit and our last time together. She arrives in Toronto to spend time with her daughter, Pam,...

I step out of the house and wince as the cool spring air hits the skin beneath my running pants. It’s early but not too early—my only company the murder of crows digging through...

The Push My family had been friends with  Laura’s family since  I was in elementary school, but  I am five years older, and so we  didn’t have very  much to do with each other as...

My Last Trip I didn’t think this would be my last motorcycle trip when I planned it. It almost killed me. If it had, I wouldn’t be telling you this story—Ian would. Starting my junior year...

Cyprus: A Painter's Journal a memoir Now is midsummer. During the month of July, it doesn't rain here. The days are hot and the evenings cool. In a dry streambed, smooth chalky stones absorb and disseminate...

Remains 2013 Mom died seven weeks ago. My husband and I are working at her condo, as we do every Saturday. We are cleaning and sorting and donating. Friends have come to claim what they want,...

Our Beautiful Tahoma by Mike Nolan When my grandmother was hospitalized, I received a phone call from my dad. “Drop what you’re doing and drive home,” he instructed me. “Grandma’s in intensive care and not expected...