Nonfiction

Abducted by Audio My life narrowed into a dark tunnel sometime during last spring. As my despair deepened my nights out became longer and more frequent; I often spent them alone. I did not desire...

I left the cabinet door open again. Packages of napkins, paper plates, a box of pop corn. Straws. Plastic cups. Paper towels. All visible. The cabinet: Blond beechwood, pinkish as the sun sneaks in through...

1 Introdução Nascido do modelo capitalista que marcou vincadamente o período seguinte à Revolução Industrial e que, de forma mais ou menos vincada, alimentou a escalada autoritária dos anos 30 do século XX, o neoliberalismo...

             It is a mild winter day in Buenos Aires, August of 1990, and my uncle Cacho, dark eyes convivial, is introducing me to an old friend in the Ezeiza Airport. My uncle's friend...

A blank page was staring straight into Phoebe’s soul. She had opened her laptop, creating a new document to write in. At first, she thought it was going to be easy, but ten minutes...

Ben took a photograph of me as I breastfeed our son for the first time; he did not take a photograph of me breastfeeding for the last time. It was not supposed the be...

After a recent move, while unpacking, I noticed a carefully-wrapped package inside an old cardboard box.  Ripping off its layers of yellowed paper, I saw a white enameled mug still sparkling as brightly as...

I planned my funeral when I was a child. I know how that sounds. It’s not like that. It wasn’t a practice in suicidal contemplation. I’m not eager for it, I just know how...

My mother turned twelve in Kountze, Texas where her father worked the nearby oilrigs, leaving his family for weeks at a time. Little did she know that this was a good preparation for living...

21st Century Fun Times Mom and Dad are away. They're on their way back today. I already know I'll skimp on the details when I tell them about last night. I went out with Sam and...