Category Archives: Creative Non-Fiction

“Shitty Tattoos” by Charlotte Covey

This is a story about boys, which means it’s a story about Zachary. I Sebastian was the lead singer of a band, which thrilled me, as I never grew out of being a sixteen year old girl. He had a … Continue reading

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“Swept Away! Jimmy Pro Washes Out In Terlingua Creek” by William C. Crawford

A wash-off in the Big Bend Country of Texas may closely resemble an arroyo in neighboring New Mexico. Both are ephemeral streams carrying big water only during winter storms and monsoon season. The terms are often used interchangeably in the … Continue reading

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“Finishing Plates” by Ashley Shaw

I never shared Avery’s pain at having to finish my plate. Instead of forcing everyone to stay seated at the table until our sauces were dried and crusted onto our otherwise empty plates like my absurdly picky sister, I just … Continue reading

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“Blue Blazes” by Cameron Hunt McNabb

Between 7000 and 10,000 Kelvin, a flame blazes blue. But this is only my most recent understanding of blue blazes. The earliest comes from my grandmother, who was also ignorant of anything in Kelvin. Her simile “It’s as hot as … Continue reading

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“She Was Playing a Part I Could Understand” by Terry Barr

I watched The Last Picture Show again this week. Sonny, and that poor girlfriend of his, “Charlene,” are still making out in the last row of the Royal Theater, The Father of the Bride playing in their semi-shadowed faces. As … Continue reading

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“This is Not a Tree” by Renae Tucker

I invited a murderer to several of my birthday parties. That sounds harsh, but so does a knife plunging into a thirteen-year-old’s body. She got me Polly Pockets, I think. Then, we played games like hide and seek, but on … Continue reading

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“Wicked” by Megan Newcomer

Preface There is something so elegant about destruction. In every moment of devastation there is a single breath, held in. That single breath beats on the walls of your lungs to escape, but somehow we all cope much better if … Continue reading

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