Nonfiction

SOME THOUGHTS ON TRAVELBy Royce Adams The other evening, my wife suggested we should travel to Japan based on kudos from friends who had just visited. Usually, when my wife suggests we should travel somewhere,...

THE CRYING THRESHOLDBy Emma Fuhs Annie stops crying when she reads an article about how the saddest people are too sad to cry.  It’s called The Crying Threshold.Since Annie is far beyond the Crying Threshold,...

SONOGRAM IN MEDIAS RESBy Carla E. Arellano Today, I said the words, “My abortion…” and I stopped.  They tumbled out of my heart and fell out of my lips.  I was on a phone call...

IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS By Stephen Mead       "All that glitters is not gold", is a useful cautionary phrase some sources site as dating back to Aesop.  I imagine during the time of...

SAN BERNARDINOBy Taylor Hall I ask if she minds if I kiss her, and she says she doesn’t. She never minds, big eyes always fixed on the sky, or out a window. Big mouth always...

WE ARE THE BUFFALOBy Kaylynn Raschke “Are you sure this is it?”  The cab driver points to a thin white sign, St. Cloud. Hardly visible, as it melds into the predawn sky of this frozen...

THE SHOW MUST GO ONBy Sally Miller In 1983, when I was ten years old I performed in the best original (very) off Broadway production our family living room had ever staged. It was a...

THE BLUE-BLOODED PANTHER OF BANGALOREBy Brennen Fahy My grandfathers house sat on a foundation of thick granite stones. It had a winding staircase and many rooms filled with intricate furniture and interesting things. It was...

STRINGS IN OUR HANDSBy Erin Conway I sat on Oscar’s front step in Guatemala, holding his daughter after her first birthday party.  After almost three years of Peace Corps working together in his elementary school...

THE PRICE OF GINGERBy John Davidson “Have time for a story?” The driver looked over his shoulder. It was after midnight. After three in the time zone where I had gotten up. It would be busy...