Category:Creative Nonfiction

That’s What You Get

Mark Pawlak

Two truths approach each other: One comes from inside, the other from outside, and where they meet, we have a chance to catch sight of ourselves. —Tomas Tranströmer, from “Preludes” “Why do you want to go so far away to…

Dance Looking at the Sun

Robert Bensen

“The Old Ones who gave us these songs and dances said that when we do this, they will come and hear our prayers for help and healing,” Buck Ghost Horse told me years ago, inviting me as he did every…

Slither

Halle Wood

As sunlight peeks through the humid, foggy morning, I look out the car window to see clumps of fallen trees lying in odd, abandoned piles, across the road. Crippled branches, bent and contorted, reach towards the car like brittle fingers.…

First Prize: Snapshots Of A Summer

Eddie Virgo

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest Through dense fog, Sylvia and I ran down the barren street. It must have been four in the morning, yet neither of us showed signs of weariness. From above, we could hear the…

Second Prize: Chicken Soup

Athanasios Lazaro

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest It was a cool, crisp evening. The golden sun was setting over the distant horizon, painting the clouds red. Blood was spurting from the mutilated stump of the chicken’s twitching neck, painting the…

Third Prize: Blankey

Myra Molloy

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest I love my Blankey She is green and pink and blue Blankey loves me too 5. Lissy looked like a real bunny. Not the kind with big, cartoon eyes or a head too…

Topography

Douglas W. Milliken

Sometimes—while hiking stretches of the Appalachian Trail, while driving cross-country, while forging new relationships—I imagine myself an explorer discovering inhabited lands. I imagine myself surrounded by plants I have never seen, mountains I have never climbed, rivers I have never…

The Tango Lesson

Tracy Picha

He is so deliciously close to me, I can smell the scent of his shampoo. Dark ends of his hair still clustered and damp. His skin is so invitingly smooth, it looks like he just shaved in a hot shower.…

My Debut

Robert Cataldo

from Songs in a Minor Key, a Memoir When I was in my sixteenth year, a friend of my father’s, who worked for the state, came by my father’s store and had mentioned that the state psychiatric hospital in Waltham…