Feeding Piper by Melissa Woods
It is physical, the restlessness from starvation. Like an animal foraging for survival, the starving individual has heightened senses, increased activity, and a...
Category: Literature
Memoir, Nonfiction, First Person, True Stories, Personal Essay, Travel Writing
Video Memoir: War By Julia Burjes
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Myths, Lies and Matches: A Quest By Mary Ellen Gambutti
At 6, I suddenly knew I was adopted by the telling of a fairy tale. Not only did I belong to my parents, but also someone else! The myth of the adoption agenc...
Under Construction By Anthony D’Aries
I sometimes wonder if I’d given Otis a different name, something like Bronson or Butch, he’d have been born with more brawn than soul. Otis is only two, for Chr...
Full Catastrophe By Lauren Crux
My mother died of Alzheimer's disease. The full catastrophe. She became a turnip––blind, deaf, unable to speak. Her gorgeous dark, thick, red hair––stringy and ...
The Silcox Decision, the Living Wage, and the Grand Prize Slogan by Sandy Schuman
Watch and listen as Storyteller Sandy Schuman takes you on a delightful audiovisual journey to his father's 1936 Manhattan, where unions are formed, while men's...
Grief and the Broken Body By Meghan E. MacNamara
What I care about are the relationships and activities that feed my resilience, stretch my gratitude and help me love harder in the time I have left. I feel mys...
Waiting By Karen Zey
We are fortunate, I keep telling myself. Dennis has chronic leukemia, a rare type called LGL. I barely remember the initial shock the first time the oncologist ...
The Truth Tale: A Love Story By Pia Rabin
I sit out in the chill wet evening, all the roses are dead on the bushes, waiting and hoping and knowing, here we are at last and so soon.
Flood By Erin Murphy
They did not think: moonlit bank where my ancestors were unloaded from ships or branch from which bodies once swung. They did not have to...
Waiting in the Clinic for Nameless Lovers By Dwaine Rieves
When the clinic called for physicians, I volunteered. Of course, I wasn’t gay—all I needed was proof. I needed to find the clinic and its patients repulsive.
Splinters By Brigid Hughes
At the hospital I met a young woman who’d smashed a light bulb, poured the glass into her afternoon Diet Coke, and drank it. Then she called her husband to tell...
Craft With Chelsey Clammer: The Best Way to Tell Your Story Is to Get Out of Its Way
Over-explaining can be especially harmful in regards to nonfiction because we essayists are often accused of doing some serious navel-gazing—where we can’t look...
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Stirred By Michele Gutierrez
My mother took the greatest care of her porcelain Virgin Mary. She was two feet tall, dressed in white from head to toe, and as my mother claimed, cried when no...
Esau By Roger Barbee
Had I not helped to rob Esau, he would be approaching his forty-sixth year on earth now, and who knows what he would have been, what he would have accomplished,...
Story of Me By Susan Conner
Represented as a heartbeat of highs and lows, “The Story of Me” is a memoir of the artist’s life from birth through middle-age (pen and ink on 18”x24”drawing pa...
Perched High By Sara J. Sutler-Cohen
Lies don’t shine, no matter how hard one scrubs.
September By Artist Mette Norrie
September is a chapter except from the graphic novel “Solo” by Mette Norrie which combines personal narratives with surreal and poetic elements. Th...
Dear People Who are Not Opioid Addicts By Margaret Weeks
The first time I took a Vicodin, I didn’t nod out; quite the contrary, I was imbued with positive energy and became quite industrious and efficient. All my rese...
The Chemo Show By Grace Jasmine
There has to be some Darwinesque reasoning behind this. Other than you are fucked and you know you are fucked and the universe conspires to fuck you.