Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

Films About Ghosts

“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.”—Adam Duritz Skin flakes fell. Blood baked on the hot asphalt. The salty, metallic stench of sweat wafted in the summer air as the zombie shambled, chasing the frazzled sheriff … Continue reading

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The Drowned One

Wetness touches my fingertips. He calls to me, my drowned lover, and I to him. He came to me once, the mer-king, took me into his palace and we lived happily, but I was a woman with an immortal soul … Continue reading

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Family Knots

As in ties that bind, nests that cradle, nets that trap, connections we weave, places to untangle. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are approaching fast – those holidays made up to remind us of obligations and sell us things to … Continue reading

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On Our Own and With Each Other

On sick communities and Jen Brea’s Unrest I can’t walk, but I can putter. Around the house. Once in a while around the grocery store. But if I over-putter. Or stand too long. Or talk too long. Or play guitar … Continue reading

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Ohio

I am alone with my two-month-old baby all day long, trapped in a flat patio home in a flat little town in northeast Ohio without a car. I am not a good driver and not a patient line-waiter at the … Continue reading

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Theresa Harris

You’re born on New Year’s Eve. 1906 or 1909. Your official bio makes you older, your tombstone, younger. One written in ink, the other in marble. But what doesn’t matter is, you can sing and you can dance and you … Continue reading

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Already Late

It’s already late. I’m standing at the kitchen sink, and I have to pee. “Jacqueline, are you okay?” I call down the hall to my daughter, hard at work on her seventh grade homework. “You need anything?” “No,” she calls … Continue reading

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