Lit Creative Nonfiction
Remembrances by Hope Jones
Oyfn pripetshik brent a fayeri, Un in shtub iz heys;
Un der rebbe lernt kleyne kinderlech dem alefbeyz;
Un der rebbe lernt kleyne kinderlech dem alef-beyz.
Zet...
When you were little by Lizelle Dsouza
When you were little, you used to wear tiny floral print dresses and sit with your legs apart because that was the only way...
Sound Off by Katherine Michalik
My mother has never been one to cuss. Coming from a religious family, her language was fairly clean. That day my mother told me...
The Animator by Lorraine Biteranta
“No, don’t leave,” he said, staring up at me with his huge, vulnerable eyes.
“I need to go, I have class,” I said, begging myself...
A Breakup, a Bar, and Stand-Up Comedy by Susannah Chovnick
People often ask how I started doing stand-up comedy. I went one night to a bar in the Tenderloin of San Francisco. It was...
When the Love You Have for Me Seems Lost by Priyam Gupta
It’s two o’clock.
You are staring at the wall. Sleep has been an elusive personage for the past two hours now. That is not a...
Natural Disasters by Asma Gaba
1) Don’t call me adorable. I am tornadoes and tidal waves; my looks are not an invitation for condescension, but a warning.
2) I know...
Danger Ahead by Satvika Jain
You never liked car rides because first you'd get sleepy, and when you couldn't sleep, you'd get dizzy. Sometimes those rides would be bearable,...
A letter to my best friend by Lizelle Dsouza
Somewhere between flattery and glorification,
I watched the shell of a coconut, a strong, resistant, carefully fronted facade break open to reveal a tender vulnerability,...
Without You by Rita Smith
Without you, I do not know the type of person I would be today. At times, my mind disconnects from reality and my thoughts...
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