Category:Creative Nonfiction

Triptych

Creative Nonfiction by Susan Belanich

I – Freefall Pumping my legs higher, higher, my feet scrape the painfully blue October sky. As the day gathers itself down, my shoes slice through the gnarled crowns of pines now brushed with gold. The swing’s momentum carries my…

A Comic’s Relief

Chloe Southern

“Do you have any idea how much weed I smoke with your mom?”
The room breaks into laughter. Will basks in his punchline, soaking up the spotlight. He saunters across the stage smiling, his eyes down, as if his next…

Sixth Sense

Olivia Barton

Our house on Pocahontas Path was small and inviting, with a 70s-style flat roof, a tree swing in the front yard, and a minor cockroach problem. Inside, ribbons, dance shoes, crayons, and sugar- free Cheerios littered every corner. At the…

Old Photograph

Shivam Sengupta

Looks like it was taken from a very old camera. The film’s grain appears much sharper than grains of sand. The blue in the sky is paler than it should be, blurring the lines between sea and sky. Cameras back…

That’s What You Get

Mark Pawlak

“Why do you want to go so far away to college,” Mom wanted to know? “We have a perfectly good university right here in Buffalo. Your cousins went to UB,” she continued, “look at Jimmy, he’s now a professor of history in Colorado.” Mom waved her hand as if shooing away a fly. “Massachusetts Institute of Technology—what’s the attraction? No one I mentioned it to has ever heard of that place.” ...

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.…