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Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction
What We Have
Strip me to the bones. How do you do that? With just a cutting glance. It used to be. Words would stretch. Gossamer. Between us time would pulse. Echo deep. Pounding like the drum. When I bit down, pierced the … Continue reading
Solstice to Solstice to Solstice (excerpt 46/365)
Sunrise #1 The clock’s struck winter. It’s the solstice, and the marble’s at the bottom of the bowl. My head’s not in the clouds, it’s above them – my skull the sun itself, my feet (size eight) down there in … Continue reading
Filling the Void
1. We admitted we were powerless over food—that our lives had become unmanageable. I knew I was different when, at age ten, I began praying at night for specific body measurements. Dear God, I’d say with eyes closed and small … Continue reading
A Family Portrait
At the age of ten I became obsessed with death. My parents bought a queen-sized water bed to help me combat the abusive Michigan winters that haunted our 50-acre landscape every year. Underneath the blankets I’d cry at night on … Continue reading
How I Finally Conquered Eighty Seconds
Part I: Freshman Year Coach Chris Martin stood at the foot of our lane, waiting as we finished the last set. Ten one-hundreds on a minute-thirty. There were five of us in lane one, ranging from freshmen to seniors. Lane … Continue reading
Pages
I’m lying on my bed with my girlfriend and we’re watching Saw III on my computer. And in all seriousness, it’s probably the worst movie I’ve ever seen. I was expecting to watch a scary movie, but instead, I’m curled … Continue reading
Throwing the Life Away
His life fit in a dumpster. One dumpster. One life. Of course he would’ve fit in the dumpster himself, quite comfortably had the dumpster not been made of rusty metal. Not that it had been constructed with rusty metal. The … Continue reading
Waitress
At a small diner I go to with my girlfriend; we’re often waited on by a woman slowly pushing her way into the second half of her twenties. She wears blue jeans, white sneakers, and a black polo shirt with … Continue reading
Down the Rabbit Hole
I grab your face with both of my hands and pull your mouth to mine. Our mouths fit well, as do our bodies. I taste wine and chocolate. The candles you have lit smell like sandalwood. We are in your … Continue reading
Darkness
I never know when the darkness will come, but every time I go to sleep, I know that it might. As a rule of nature, everyone has their own shadow. When I was a kid, my mom always encouraged … Continue reading
