Nonfiction
by Jeremy Griffin.
“Despite my respect for my students, I was afraid of them. Afraid of the way they watched me as I delivered a lecture, afraid of whispers, silences.”
by Rafael Campo.
“It is not unusual, after I’ve given a poetry reading, for some impossibly young writer from the audience to remark over the post-literary pretzels and Diet Coke, “Wow, your stuff is really depressing.’’
by Shanda McManus.
“My office is quiet except for the noise I make: the click of the light switch, the hum of the computer, the crinkle of my paper gown as I unwrap it. I pull on my PPE—gown, gloves, mask, and goggles—makeshift protection as I evaluate patients for suspected Covid infection.”
by Elizabeth Crowell.
“Last summer, the moths clung to the shingles of our house. They fluttered right past us, mottled wings snapping, through our open door.”
by Caitlin Kuehn.
“My medical knowledge is limited to what I have learned here at the lab. All of it applicable only to non-human mammals.”
by Karen Lamberton.
“The ‘General Slocum,’ was the biggest and fastest harbor day-liner. That day, about 2,000 passengers, embarked for an annual Sunday School excursion.”
by Sheila Kohler.
“I understand these were commercial jetliners, not ICBMs, that split the steel and glass of the World Trade Center. Someone, a person, had a long-standing vision, intentions, imagined the explosions and death that would follow.”
by Alexander Schuhr.
“Tonton Charles was not a great man. He had not led an inspirational life. In fact, he had spent little of it sober.”
by Deborah Thompson.
“Houdi pawed at the student’s thighs and, despite his heart condition, displayed one of his inopportune erections, which the vet student chose not to acknowledge.”