Nonfiction

I am on an emergency and ultimately fruitless run for 30x34 chinos, BabyTron blasting, coming to a full and complete stop before every right on red. My car sports a safety yellow “please be...

Yesterday afternoon the snow had finally begun falling from the sky. Mid-January, with barely any snow on the ground, was a runner's dream in Canada. Despite the cold and rainy conditions that fogged my...

A Dreamer’s Commencement Restless. Anxious. Overwhelmed. I moved to New York over two weeks ago now, and I haven’t had a full night’s rest since. Writing this, it shocks me to realize it’s only been two...

A rice noodle story (and other encounters) My mother recently recounted a story to me about the passing of her grandfather. I then realized how grief can be such a beautiful yet wicked thing. My mother...

TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we drove through the oil-stained Baltimore Harbor...

“I love you too!” Then, I hung up the phone. Did I say it too quickly? Did my voice go up a notch? Why were my palms so sweaty from just a phone conversation!?...

PASSAGESby Theresa White There is a feather, the outer vain edged dark like charcoal ash, while the longer side bears an oyster shell lightness. Gathered from the yard, it has sat for years in my...

    JOYby Allen Long  In December 2016 in the San Francisco Bay area, I drove to my orthopedic surgeon’s office in considerable pain.  Despite near-agony in my right leg, I experienced a sudden overpowering joy.  It...

SCREW, BUTTON, POTATOBy Jill Jepson  The child has hair the color of butter and a bruise on her knee. She is sitting in flowered cotton pajamas on the linoleum floor of the small kitchen. From...

EXCERPT: A REVIEW OF “ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY 4th STREET”by Brenda Yates …as for the title poem, it, too, keeps to itself. In fact, nothing is known of “I” at the outset (perhaps expected by now of...