Category: Nonfiction
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Nelson, “(Can’t Live Without Your) Love and Affection”
Nonfiction by Joni Tevis It doesn’t feel like heavy metal, in part because it’s so sunny. “What we grew up listening to wasn’t blues,” said Gunnar. “It’s pretty easy to make a rock song sound tough when your DNA is the blues. But when your DNA is folk, it’s harder.”
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Maroon Bells
Nonfiction by Josh Potter Summer, 1976: +++My parents late twenties, newly dating, visit the Maroon Bells wilderness outside of Aspen. These two people, John and Suzie, are in love, will inevitably conceive my brother and I, and will return to this place again and again though neither of them know it yet.
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Seen & Overheard: A Year on the Bus in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside
Nonfiction by Leanna McLennan 12 September A man in a torn grey jacket staggers onto the bus. +++“It’s the postmodern god. It’s the postmodern god,” he says to the bus driver.
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Teenage Apostate
Nonfiction by Mike Jeffrey People sang loud at Keswick, so I sang loud, and I didn’t fall asleep during the sermons as I often did back home. I read along when scripture was quoted instead of flipping to the verses about boobs in Song of Songs.
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The Rock Covered Up His Brahma Bull Tattoo the Same Weekend I Watched Him in the Film San Andreas
Nonfiction by Brian Oliu And I cannot blame him for it—to acknowledge our past is to recognize that we were someone else once; we are creatures that lose pounds of skin throughout our lives, so who is to say how it is we regenerate.
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Check Yes Or No
Nonfiction by Cindy Skaggs They talk me into Twizzlers from the vending machine before we head back to the silver minivan that rides low under the weight it carries: boxes, crates, computer, blankets and pillows, toys, and a hamper, all crammed into the backseat in under an hour.
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Gay Prom
Nonfiction by Laurel Dixon +++What’s strange is how familiar it seems. Lukewarm appetizers huddle on a table someone has tried to make festive with a red tablecloth.
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On Hysteria
Nonfiction by Renée Branum +++Grandma Wanda used the word “hysterical” to describe anything worthy of extreme laughter. Her laugh began as a low burst, like an exploding balloon, and then receded toward a series of open-throated guttural “gar gar gars.”