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.