Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

Summer After

In a snapshot my friend Jordan sends me four hours before three Narcan injections cannot save his life, he is thirty-five years old, shirtless, clutching a can of Coors. All December, when the day is gone and it’s time to … Continue reading

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E is For

I woke to the sound of his voice softly calling: “Eeeee!” Wordlessly, I exited his room. Simon’s kiss tasted of coffee. Two brown, speckled delights remained. His mother gave the eggs to him as he left his family farm. “Make … Continue reading

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Why I Keep a Pet Plant

While I was in Hong Kong, I met a taxi driver who kept a potted plant on a wire shelf fastened to the glove compartment of his car. “The Asia Expo Center, please.” I articulated loudly in English as I … Continue reading

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Old Woman on the Bus

Today, the strangest woman got on the bus. I tried not to stare but you know how that goes. She looked to be ninety with a shriveled face and snowy white hair. She stood no more than four feet tall. … Continue reading

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Blade Runner’s Cinema Of Loneliness

The man comes home after a hard day’s work and begins talking to his better half. He showers and pours them both a drink. Then he enters the living room of the apartment and downs both drinks, giving us pause. … Continue reading

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My Best Friend Cries on the Toilet

Only when she poops though. Every time we’re getting ready to go out somewhere I glance at her reflection while doing my eyeliner and see the tears welled up in her eyes. We’ve known each other so long, I ignore … Continue reading

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The History of My Bladder, Or: The Salad Bowl / The Toilet Bowl

If you’re squeamish about urine, you might not want to read this. Otherwise, proceed. This is the story of my bladder. I am seventy years old. Every woman my age has a bladder story. I never had chronic bladder problems … Continue reading

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