Creative Nonfiction
The Inner Lives of Salad Forks

The Inner Lives of Salad Forks

by Adriana Gardella
 
“Somebody’s going to have to share,” I said to the eight utensils assembled in the dishwasher’s silverware basket, one per compartment. I towered over them, dangling a recently used cereal spoon.
Soul Brother

Soul Brother

by Alan Swyer
 
My first music video was neither planned nor predictable. In fact, it ran counter to the conventional trajectory whereby directors begin their careers by making music videos or commercials, then graduate to feature films.
What Students Most Need to Know About Syntax: a Mini-Essay

What Students Most Need to Know About Syntax: a Mini-Essay

by George Drew
 
“What is syntax?” That was my opening question to my Introduction to Poetry section one memorable first day of class.
Goodbye Lewiston Idaho

Goodbye Lewiston Idaho

by Julie McGalliard
 
The cocktail waitress in the logo is obviously based on the stereotypical sexy gal truck flaps. I can’t remember when I first saw one of those, but I first noticed them in Thelma and Louise, when the title characters make fun of it.
What Abides

What Abides

by M. M. Adjarian
 
From the start, the world told my father he was an accident no one especially wanted to happen. Yet life still managed to offer him compensations.
All Mine

All Mine

by Mary Ann Cooper
 
In August of 1971, I was twenty years old and miserable. All of my friends were away at college while I was still at home with my family.
Antevasin

Antevasin

by Jordan Rizzeri
 
When I pass the large, green sign on the New York State Thruway that says “Leatherstocking Region,” I know I am halfway.
Letter from an Omniscient Racist

Letter from an Omniscient Racist

by Juan Zapata
 
You come from a land of strife. A land that is broken and ruled by fear—dead men, women, and children hang from bridges and streetlamps. Gunshots are heard outside the home and people get beheaded for sport.
The Geography of Secret Envies

The Geography of Secret Envies

by Angela Kubinec
 
While optimistically dreading the future, I eat cornbread, collard greens, a dish known as Hoppin’ John, and some kind of pork—preferably hog jowls that were boiled in the pot full of collards.
The Practice of Eating an Apple With Glass Teeth

The Practice of Eating an Apple With Glass Teeth

by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella
 
I try to pierce apple flesh with my incisors but always avoid using my tree stump molars.
The Bureaucracy of Death

The Bureaucracy of Death

by Andrea Hansell
 
On a too-warm day in late May, I waited in a Maryland Department of Motor Vehicles branch office holding my dead husband’s license plates in my lap.
I'm Not Afraid of Flying

I’m Not Afraid of Flying

by Angela Kubinec
 
Airports. That is why I take Klonopin on the shuttle. An airport is an exponential Best Buy, where everything is blue, grey, and black.

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