Nonfiction

THE WORLD’S SEXIEST TIME MACHINEBy Dominic Laing  Imagine my love as a piece of string. As a timeline.Hold out the string in front of you. Your right hand marks The Future; your left hand, The...

SANTA CLARA RIVERLESSBy Ellen T. Birrell  We are hard to find. If you were to search our address for directions, you would only get to the end of the county maintained road about two miles...

BREEZE FACEBy Ape Biggles When I was twelve years old, I was sitting behind my mom in my parents’ Cutlass Ciera on a delicious summer day, my father driving, the three of us cruising down...

WREAK OF THE COWBOYBy Ellen T. Birrell The first time I saw Gerardo—oh, years ago—he was riding a flashy paint stallion down a country lane in the setting sun, heading into town for Sunday supper—hat,...

SONS OF UNCONSCIOUS FATEBy Gabrielle Morales  Though I was only eight, I still remember my mother’s approach to the facts of death. It was like any other day in August. My best friend, Nikki, and...

WALKERBy Olga Pavlinova Olenich  Sometimes when you walk along the well-trodden path following coastline, there is a moment when the suburban elements – the ugly new houses behind you, the road with its speed bumps...

IN THE COMPANY OF MEN, MUSCLE, AND MACHISMOBy David Boyle For more than fifteen years I have not given one iota of attention to sports; that is, professional sports. Sorry, gentlemen, treat me like a...

ASSOCIATIVE LEAPINGBy Lydia A. Cyrus  1.My mom told me that a red chicken was dying. How? I asked but no one knew how. My brother, the reaper, slid into a pair of black, heavy rubber boots and went...

LOLITA’S GLASSESBy Carrie Bailey I’ve read the novel, Lolita at least three full times. The first of which, and I’m no longer afraid to admit this, 30 years after the fact, I could identify with Lolita, not...

THE GOLD CHAIRBy Rebecca Johnson  It was The Gold Chair that turned everything upside down. It was not an ornate kind of chair. It was not made for Medieval Kings with real gold, fancy scrolling,...