Creative
Nonfiction
May Contributors
Erica Anderson, Shena Cavallo, David Capps, Summer Griffin, Amanda Parrack, Nicholas Schmidt, A.L. Smith, Monique Quintana, Phaedra Saffron, Rachel Sarnoff, Honor Teoudoussia, and Ellen White
May Highlights
our last goodnight
by Honor Teoudoussia
“Now, she is tired of his attention. And his crises, and his ADHD, and his PTSD, and his weed smoking. Tired of all the attention on him.”
the jockey
by Monique Quintana
“The rose garden is dead but not dying. I prop my phone on steps and pillars to take thirst-trap pictures I can pepper my Instagram feed with. In one picture, I am lounging on a rock path, and it looks like I am giving birth to one straggling rose.”
octoberish
by David Capps
“The kept world dies. The world kept lives. The virtuous grow more virtuous. The weary grow more weary.”
dear ivan pavlov,
by Erica Anderson
“That little sh*t stop patch of land is permanently burned into my brain. Like Pavlov’s dogs, the sight alone makes my body remember unloading brunch onto very expensive dirt.”
i only came in my dreams
by Kristy Money
“I didn’t have my first orgasm until I was 40. This was by design: In my adolescence and early adulthood, being able to hold myself back from orgasm was my ‘superpower.’”
hello stranger
by Molly Higgins
“‘I host S&M and sex parties in this apartment. Big community for it here in LA.”…“I bet.” I said, hoping I looked natural and cool, nonchalant, like someone who was more than at-home in a sex dungeon.”
sumo
by Scott Bethay
“Other hallway chats with [Mr. D] concerned my procrastination, my lackadaisical nature, his not infrequent dirty jokes, and his admonishment to “be careful” because the other teachers thought I was ‘thinking about sex all the time.’"
the monster wasn’t a mannequin
by Swapan Samanta
“The best horror shows us we've been the monster all along.”
in the dark
by A. L. Smith
“Every part of my skin glistens with sweat from the unbearable heat of this summer night. The sticky discomfort tempts me to shed the covers, but I will not.”
jakarta jog
by Zary Fekete
“Every few blocks a mosque appears, immaculate and bright against the waking streets. Someone is sweeping the courtyard with slow deliberate strokes. The gates are open. They seem to remain open always, as if the building itself is quietly reminding the city that prayer is never very far away.”
prayer to our fallen matriarchs
by Dyre Copenhale
“Along the way, we collect moments, memories that made us feel alive, to remember that this is all temporary. Life is only transition.”
don’t tell god
by Tafara Gava
“The ease in my step wasn’t stoicism. It was acute cluelessness.”
the minotaur
by Lorette C. Luzajic
“In that moment, he had vowed to become the greatest artist who ever lived. Picasso, as epic and brutal as God.”
cabbage girl
by Ari Cordovero
“The cabbage on the cutting board. My grandmother’s knife. My father’s son. Every room where men startled at the sound of a girl wanting something.”
chosen descent
by Zary Fekete
“I think about how much of my life has been engineered for ease. How many ramps I’ve taken without noticing. How often I’ve mistaken friction for failure instead of proof of contact.”
the cult of self-work
by Daniel Bailey
“I finished the coffee even though it tasted terrible. The app still wanted data. I put the phone face down. For a second nothing happened. No lesson. No insight. Just me in the kitchen breathing like it still belonged to me.”
the apple and the tree
by Lillian Taylor and Richard Leise
“Principal Morgan would be retired by the time their offspring were old enough for secondary school. So, Tucker was it. No more Nolans. No more Nolans, he said, melodically.”
whiskey and fire
by A. L. Smith
“The library book says you need a candle, a personal item from your target, and the incantation— then, BAM! Hexed!”
the red-haired american
by L.F. Graubard
“Ronald Pelton. Pale, soft voice, face like the uncle who teaches you chess and guilt. Not dangerous at first glance, but glowing underneath.”
this is about nothing
by Uma Jagwani
“In the elevator, I look at my sweaty, meaningless face and feel disappointed. Not white! As if one day, I’ll step into this elevator and exit on the seventh floor as a part of the ruling class.”