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  • November 17, 2022

    A Good Death

    A Good Death

    by Darci Schummer ~ “I’m protesting Dad’s death,” my mom says. The day before he dies, she emerges from their bedroom wearing one of his shirts. We are all wearing them now: me, my sisters, my brother. I started it but don’t know why. I just know it feels good inside the hollow lengths of denim. When I reach my arms out, the material hangs like faded blue wings. 

  • November 17, 2022

    Darci Schummer’s Reflection on Writing

    Darci Schummer’s Reflection on Writing

    Get to the heart of the hurt and lay it bare.

  • November 10, 2022

    Skim Coats

    Skim Coats

    by Amy Barnes ~ Hello the grandparents say in cartoon smoke balloons. My not-so-grand parents stand reduced to a suitcase and rummage sale remnant coats. There is money for two things: coffee and cigarettes.

  • November 10, 2022

    Amy Barnes’ Reflection on Writing

    Amy Barnes’ Reflection on Writing

    n writing CNF or essays, the first drafts may not be the story that needs to be told. It may be just a vehicle for getting some of the emotional backdrop down on the page.

  • November 3, 2022

    A Stream of Prayer

    A Stream of Prayer

    by Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar ~ Last week, I video-called Khala, teased her for lounging in the hospital, enjoying being pampered by nurses. If there’s one thing that years of staticky telephone calls and shaky Internet connections has taught me, it is to wrap emotions with levity.

  • November 3, 2022

    Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar’s Reflection on Writing

    Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar’s Reflection on Writing

    Caring for a sick parent or relative takes a whole new dimension when you cannot be physically close to the person, especially if you are an immigrant and the distance between you and your loved one is thousands of miles.

  • October 27, 2022

    Orange Communion

    Orange Communion

    by Marcy Dilworth ~ I pushed the hypodermic needle through the skin while jamming down the plunger. Wrong. Half the saline spurted back at me. Nurse Ellen coached me through the steps, which are meant to be sequential – puncture skin, push needle until barrel rests on skin, depress plunger, pull needle out.

  • October 27, 2022

    Marcy Dilworth’s Reflection on Writing

    Marcy Dilworth’s Reflection on Writing

    Starting with the orange allowed me to focus on a single, potent thread. So did the passage of a time. Looking back, I could see connections I wouldn’t have had the time, or the bandwidth, or even the impulse to consider in that present.

  • October 20, 2022

    My Kuleana

    My Kuleana

    by Melissa Llanes Brownlee ~ “Grandpa wea you stay?” I open the door to his room but he isn’t there. Mom is going to give me dirty lickins if I don’t find him quick. “Grandpa! Mom said you gotta come take a shower right now.” I close the door and walk down the stairs to his garden. He’s sitting on his stool.

  • October 20, 2022

    Melissa Llanes Brownlee’s Reflection on Writing

    Melissa Llanes Brownlee’s Reflection on Writing

    I wrote “My Kuleana” seven years after I received my MFA. It’s a part of my short story collection (Hard Skin) written when I realized I actually wanted to write again. This was before my flash and micro days when I still believed that I needed to write longer.

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