Issue 13 Creative Nonfiction

Silent Sliders Open After the Rain in a Field of Green Driving along a road polluted by traffic signs, I pass long stretches of glorious farmland. The rich fields, I…

I am in my thirties, away on an overseas trip, when my mom tells me she brought the kids and my helper to fly kites at Marina Barrage. The wide…

WINTER Deciduous trees slow down photosynthesis and rely on stored nutrients at their roots, below ground. Nutrients in the bark are only waiting, encased in snow, as icicles hang on…

When I was thirteen, my grandmother gave me a small, gold locket. It was a gift she’d promised for my Confirmation—a sacrament I only performed for her sake, anyway. I’d…

(Please click here to view this piece in its intended formatting.) After In the days after my dad died 5 years ago, what I missed most was the way he’d…

It starts with a tinge under my skin. An itch begging to be scratched. I find my pulse there, contracting, growing. I dare not touch it. I know it will…

At 21, I went bald. I remember walking into a neighborhood barbershop and declaring to the youngish looking male, Nyoa yote!, Shave all of it! In turn, he quickly asked,…

I kneel down and kiss my mother, –I’m not a lady. I’m your daughter. She pulls out her disapproving mother expression, –Silly. But she’s also smiling. The neurons have fired…