Nonfiction

Tithonus By William Davis     She is asleep again. You're drunk as usual, playing warhammer III at 1 AM and she has been drifting for a little while now. She lay down about an hour ago,...

Dear Father, Donor, David,                                                                           Hello. I am your daughter, offspring… I am Madeline. In many of these messages, the children thank their donors graciously for helping bring them into the world. Letters full of hope...

Is water wet? Oxford Languages defines wet as, “covered or saturated with water or another liquid.” It seems evident that what creates something wet is water, so water itself must be wet. However, an...

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...

I grew up knowing I wanted to be an artist. When I was four, maybe five years old, I recall sitting on the living floor at my parents' feet and coloring in a Gumby and...

SANCTUARY Contrary to popular belief, not all babies are born beautiful. Trust me, I should know. As evidenced by my baby pictures, I wasn’t a looker by any stretch of the imagination. But rather than...

There are birds in the trees, can you hear them? The little black birds; they sit right outside the window of my apartment. They keep me company when I feel alone, which is not...