Nonfiction

Calling Card

Mary Luce It was a chilly November afternoon in a southern town so small it…

Book Review: Where is the Mercy?

Map of Hope and Sorrow documents our spectacular inadequacy when facing the suffering of our own and in upholding the rights of all.

The Wills of Twenty Strangers

It is eleven o’clock at night, and I am stomping around with half a skull in
my hand. “Where are all the goddamn pipe cleaners?” I ask the room.

Call/Waiting

Throughout the evening, I hear explanations of why people can’t talk when I call. “I’m cooking dinner for my kids,” women tell me, harried. “You know how it is.”

“My husband will be home soon,” one woman says. “Dinner is our time together.”

Given

This must be the first harvest from our acreage: our young vineyard singing, the plastic, ribbed grow tubes that make little greenhouses for each of the young grape plants catching wind and, like a throat and its vocal chords, producing a note.

A Nigerian Attempts Therapy

I am a Nigerian woman, plagued by Nigerian womanly problems. When I moved to America for graduate school last summer, I believed this new country would shield me from those nagging afflictions.

In My Head

You are twelve years old and your mind is like a game of hot potato. Your thoughts are quick and jerky, and you need to get past them before you get burned.

Carrying History

I am a child of the Iranian revolution. In 1983, my mother gave birth to me in Evin Prison, one of Iran’s most notorious jails. 

Distance

Mallika Sekhar April 2020 The ward doctor rang me late in the night to say…