Creative
Nonfiction
August Contributors
Anne Dougherty, Clayton Eccard, Erik Fuhrer, Brandi George, Rachel H, Sam Moe, Michela Polito, Mugdhaa Ranade, Travis Turner, Chachee Valentine, and Bridget Verhaaren
black moths
by Brandi George
“Black moths flew from Jung’s Red Book, so We threw it—twice…Dark flying creatures emerged from the edges of our vision each time We read it: crows, ravens, pterodactyls, dragonflies, and now black moths.”
two micros
by Erik Fuhrer
“I seem to continue putting my hand of the burner. I never learn”
last rites
by Sam Moe
“In the corner of the room sat a small blue stool. In EMDR sessions, you imagined a monster sitting in the corner. It takes years to recall the stool and will take longer to recall who (or, what) was sitting in the corner.”
ice breaker
by Bridget Verhaaren
“Ashley, the conference organizer, stands on a metal picnic bench, a cheerleader, her hands raised above her head. She shouts, “Everyone whose spouse died of cancer, stand over here. Everyone whose spouse died of heart disease, clump over there. And everyone whose spouse died in an accident, circle up in the middle.”
hair spa
by Mugdhaa Ranade
“at home, i run wet fingers through my hair and go to sleep. i dream of the sea i immersed my dad’s ashes in; i wake up with beach waves.”
roadside serendipity
by Anne Dougherty
“As I pass by, I don’t even have to think: the car is totaled…I can tell at least three airbags went off. A cushion between injury and my husband.
lahdi
by Michela Polito
“It was a particularly hot and wet day at the shipyard, the day I met Lahdi. The air felt thick and heavy, both inside and outside the ships.”
fuzz
by Chachee Valentine
“I was born with an obsession with death. My young mother, exhausted by my curiosities, would snarl under Maxwell House coffee breath, Death is for the living.”
grief is a wild night out
by Indigo Brewer
“I lost my mother to breast cancer in 2016. Followed the year after by my grandmother to old age and the family dog by way of ran-the-fuck-over. My 21 year old brain couldn’t duck the heavy-handed fast blowing woes yet so I crawled in and out of bars until they closed and the bouncers shoulder-grab-shoved me out in the politest way possible.”
ghosts
by Jennifer Harris
“I don’t know what woke me up. A bad dream, maybe. I used to be haunted by bad dreams, especially in Maine.”
an anatomy of a pitchfork
by Zary Fekete
“If Ananya does her work well, then she will earn the rupee equivalent of $6 per day.”
all the other moms are getting botox
by Leigh Cuen
“Change is always happening. Stillness is only a seductive illusion. We are all piecing ourselves together, decade after decade. Aging is not the end of beauty, but rather allows its deepest expression.”
my mom died of als. things about eric dane's passing that brought it all back
by Liza Shaub
“I have a memory of a woman who refused to show weakness in front of anyone. I understand now that she was telling us something in silence…The disease could have her body, but it could never have her place in our family. Not while she still had breath to fill the room.”
homeward bound
by Leslie Lisbona
“Looking back, I wanted so much a home of my own. But where was home, I wonder. Was it our old house in Queens? Was it when we passed LaGuardia? Or was it simply being with my mom on all those long drives in our car that felt as big as a living room?”
a hangover in the life
by Vincent Cellucci
“I’m probably fired. But might as well try. Hanging my head in mock shame, I throw the silver handle and glide in the back door two hours late. Times like these it’s best to avoid eye contact.”
trichotillomania, or every little girl learns how to be ashamed
by Sia Mehta
“I’m certain this moment of essential change is different for everyone. But the turning point for me was eyebrows.”
sick
by Kristen Field
“Catherine O’Hara died four days before I went in for a partial colectomy to remove a malignant tumor that had cropped up in less than two years and already spread to my lymph nodes.”
the five man band
by Gail Andromeda Vanhart
“In the typical five man band structure, The Heart is the glue that holds everyone together. Everyone’s best friend, the healer, the emotional support. These are all inaccurate terms to describe my brother…”
thanks for checking in
by Melody Wordworker
“After more than a month of tasting sawdust, seeing grey, and sleeping 12+ hours a day, I decided, once again, to call the psychiatric crisis line.”
gay is a word for an afterthought
by Bright Aboagye
“As I write now, I recognize how often my life has been induced by recriminations that never occurred out loud. I anticipated them so thoroughly that they became unnecessary. I corrected myself in advance. I punished myself privately. I offered compliance as proof of gratitude.”