NonFiction - Year VI - Number 47 - April 2021

Grief and High School Reunions They live in the back of my mind like a waking dream. I can never forget them. I don’t want to. They were my girls, my friends and lovers who...

The River Rose             Things started to feel differently. A rash began to creep up my neck. A knowing was gnawing inside of me, but it eluded my fingertips daily so that I could not...

Blueberry Dogs I am six years old and I am stapling a stack of printer paper together, right in the center where I’ve folded a sharp crease so that it will fold in half. I’m...

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...

When You’re Agoraphobic and Your Husband Gets Cancer Seated on a cold concrete bench outside Saint Rose Hospital, I saw my brother-in-law and his new girlfriend coming up the walkway from the parking lot. “I...

The Blue Room I lie in the spare bedroom of our little house. First house. I am wrapped in a twin-sized comforter from one of our college dorm rooms, even though the room is too...

Catching Up   Some years ago,  I watched the movie, “A walk to remember.” Closer to the end of the flicka particular scene stuck out as Jamie and Landon were outside on the balcony, dancing...

Title: What We Knew All Along It has been a long, preventable, predictable four years. This isn’t an essay about vindication. This is an essay about defeat. By Conor Mulvaney On November 7th, 2016, at 5:03PM, I...

Rousing Bits of Assorted Wholes Joseph O’Day             Every December I used to rip out listings of best books of the year from The New York Times and The Boston Globe and store them in the...

The sink is clogged again. I’ve brushed my teeth and now the sink is just a porcelain bowl of cloudy water. It’s morning, and I’m tired, and I need to take a shower and...