by Reb Friou | Aug 21, 2025 | Non-Fiction
I used to eat Jenny’s fresh ground almond butter straight from the tub when she wasn’t home. Jenny was my boss. Last week on my front lawn, B. told me that last Halloween they were a Wright brother. But only one and they’re not sure which. They want to move to New...
by Farhan Nurdiansyah | Aug 21, 2025 | Non-Fiction
I. We named him Sean. Mom and dad had picked us up at an abandoned fire station north of town. That night, I simply couldn’t resist the clamoring and violences sparking our home: the mug mom flung hard and loud onto the floor, as it shattered into crescent-moon...
by James B. Nicola | Mar 3, 2025 | Non-Fiction
Why do you use the euphemisms insurrection and riot and avoid the more informative (while equally accurate) term lynch mob? Can’t you drop the mask and say what’s what? There was not only a noose but also an express, stated goal of who was to be lynched....
by Zan Miller | Mar 3, 2025 | Non-Fiction
Red pieces pepper from my son’s scissors, staining the white linoleum kitchen floor. Somewhere in the multiverse, the red isn’t paper. I imagine them as fish scales in this universe, autumn leaves in another, warning flags or trail markers or flower petals or blood...
by Steven C. Wright | Mar 3, 2025 | Non-Fiction
Just like old times, I’m pitter-pattering at the Johnson Learning Center at Middlesex College on a Monday afternoon. I’m heading for a small box of free pencils, so I can work on this print-out crossword puzzle that the college leaves copies of for bored students....
by Riley Winchester | Mar 1, 2025 | Non-Fiction
Shortly after I learned about God, I turned him into Cheerios and blasted him to death with piss. I must have been four or five. There was a box of Cheerios in the bathroom, and my parents had trained me to toss a handful of Cheerios into the toilet and practice my...
