Nonfiction
by Ellen Gunnarsdottir.
“‘That’s just how he is, our dear doctor,’ people would say, and by this would they meant that it was this very energy that had sent him to the 1936 Olympics in Berlin as a member of Iceland’s water polo team, and later to escape from occupied Denmark on a leaky old fishing boat…”
by Wyatt Bandt.
“It didn’t feel wrong because I chose to do it. When I was home from university, I continued in this way, carrying a sharpened coal shovel and leather gloves, or my mother’s .22 Ruger handgun.”
by Stephanie C. Smith.
“New Orleans—my home from the start. I fit better on streets that sag, where live oaks lay low, where rain falls in sheets all afternoon…”
by Laura Hope-Gill.
“There is no sound in space. Beyond our noisy atmosphere stretches an infinite quiet.”
by Sunny Teich.
“I am Googling the best places to get magic mushrooms. It’s important to stress here that I am the squarest person who has ever lived.”
by Esther K. Willison.
“It gets hold of me, I wrote less than a year after her death. Somehow it creeps up.”
by Adina Talve-Goodman.
“To the left of the scar, I could see the new heart beating beneath my skin. The new double pump song of perfection replacing the one wrong beat, a single ventricle, I’d had before.”
by Julia Michie Bruckner.
“He’d looked perfect – nothing deformed or discolored, no hair out of place, both shoelaces tied. The life had been shaken out of him.”
by Eileen Cronin.
“Our heads are filled with the native rhythm of an aerobic beat and hot anticipation.”