Nonfiction

BLUEBEARD'S TREASUREby Joseph Albanese    There was treasure in those woods. He knew it. Even at five-years old, he knew it. There were ghosts in those woods as well. He knew this too.The Boy knew this...

ON LOSING THINGSby Serene Jansen    A three week break from a two year shit show            I met Drew when I was eighteen years old. I just finished my first semester of college and was home...

OUR CELLSby McKenzie Fletcher  People want me to talk about it. They say it will help. But I am more focused on the way the chair feels hard and cold under me, so the memories...

SHAPING BEHAVIORby Isabelle Runge I pressed my foot firmly into the gas pedal, maneuvering in and out of lanes at an anxious pace. With one hand on the wheel, I reached my other into the...

REVISITING THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS: MYSTICISM, LOVE, AND MAGICAL SURREALISM by Wally Swist  Although there are several competitive themes vying for the one central theme in The House of the Spirits, atonement, both divine and secular, runs...

The River Rose             Things started to feel differently. A rash began to creep up my neck. A knowing was gnawing inside of me, but it eluded my fingertips daily so that I could not...

KINDERWHOREby Deanne M. Lehman(an excerpt) I was born into a world of darkness and my mother was the moon. Cold and unsmiling, she stood illuminated by her man of the moment, many faces changing throughout...

I WONDER WHERE THAT VIDEO IS NOWby Molly Blumhoefer     Jess, Devin and I had gutter punk boyfriends, dirt covered squatters who travelled through Minneapolis during the warmer months. In the mid-nineties, most of this...

Alarms ending in seven were just one of the latest products of my sporadic self-diagnosed OCD. My phone began beeping at 5:37 am. The bottle of Trader Joe’s Two-Buck Chuck I’d downed the night...

The ice surface at the Mount Vernon Sports Complex—my home rink—was down for repairs that springtime Saturday evening in 1984. That meant I’d have to go to the Fairfax Ice Arena instead. If it...