Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

A Woodland Walk

Towering cathedral trees stalk gospel clouds as they wish away their leaves and brace themselves, stiff for the approaching winter. Breath mist freezing in the crisp vital air with every step squelching splatting disturbed mud paths to nowhere and everywhere, … Continue reading

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For a Better Society, Teach Philosophy in High Schools

The past year gives one the suspicion that American society is dysfunctional. Our Congress is useless, our institutions inept. Faced with the terror of existence, young men react with violence. Faced with manageable problems such as reforming health care, our … Continue reading

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I Found Out

I found out, when chasing an escaped house cat, that my quaint, historic apartment building in suburban Washington D.C. has four basements, each more dark and fearsome than the one preceding it. This fact has had a peculiar effect on … Continue reading

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Season of Ceremony

When I pull my brown cotton gloves on, I know what close work lies ahead. Our small decorative gardens are a confusion of weeds and flowers, waiting for my careful pincher technique—to lift, separate, and pull in one clean motion without … Continue reading

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Inanimate Object

“Ammi doesn’t like it when you touch her books.” Rehan had a deep frown etched in the middle of his eyebrows as he stood in front of me, shaking his head disapprovingly in my direction. I stood there, next to … Continue reading

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Riddles Wisely Expounded: How I Am Moving On

While I am packing up the bathroom I think, I will be better than Martha. Martha-whom-I-barely-know-but-who-took-everything-including-the-half-used-roll-of-toilet-paper-when-she-left-Ryan. Or, so I was told when I took Ryan shopping for bedding. “Why don’t you have bedding?” I asked while entering the pillow aisle. … Continue reading

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Desensitized

It is a peculiar thing living in tandem with death. My family’s daily life, the roof over our heads, the food in our stomachs, the clothes on our backs, every facet of our day-to-day living is contingent on someone else … Continue reading

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