Creative Non Fiction
Raven Heroux – Training Wheels
Training Wheels The first time you get on a bike is an exhilarating and debilitating experience, and in this regard so is your first real relationship—which does not include sitting next to your crush at lunch in the 6th grade and sharing a bag of Vinegar Lays, which you abhor. It’s the obnoxious giggly conversations […]
Maureen Kingston – Filling Out the Form–Is it And or Or? A Bureaucrat’s Snapshots of Romance
Filling Out the Form–Is it And or Or? A Bureaucrat’s Snapshots of Romance The Young Mother Both can’t take time off to have the car inspected, so one must answer for the other. Only sometimes, now and then, I decide. Like this morning. For the young mother with the newborn and the toddler ramming his […]
Chelsey Clammer – The Lesbian Haircut
The Lesbian Haircut You are nineteen. It is a year after you broke up with your first girlfriend and now your first girlfriend is standing above you as you kneel on the ground. And while she is your ex now, she is still your friend because you need her. Specifically, you need her to shave […]
Lauren Beck – The Tiger Moon
The Tiger Moon 1997 The bulging moon sits like a giant Buddha belly, low in the sky, magnified by the polluted atmosphere and bright lights of suburbia. From my view on the ground, the branches of a weeping willow tree scratch across the moon’s surface, creating open gashes, unhealed scars. The pond below me is […]
Jake Wrenn – Immediately Post-Break Up, Explained
Immediately Post-Break Up, Explained If I were crazy—as in, my action potentials askew, my cranial nerves unnerved, a great psychic disconnect between thought and reality—I wouldn’t linger at the train stop. I wouldn’t stare at the sky and flex tinfoil over my head, or laugh fist-clenched at a joke no one told. I wouldn’t argue […]
Eric Müller – Beg, Borrow or Busk
Beg, Borrow or Busk On entering school in Eugene, Oregon, Edmund realized how radically different our family was compared to most American families, and he got increasingly embarrassed about all our traditions, customs and my nonconformist quirks, like playing music in public spaces. For a while I didn’t go anywhere without my pennywhistle (and sundry […]
