Lit Creative Nonfiction

Lately I have been meeting people in my dreams. People I know to be real but I have neither heard their voices nor known...

My eyes flicked around the room, like looking at stuff would make the time go faster. I heard someone smashing the piano keys in...

I don't want to just "date" him. I want to crack open his soul and extract every nightmare, daydream, and aspiration he has ever...

This is one of the February Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story.   I gave my wife a red scarf for...

There will come a day when you slip, when, despite your best efforts, the alligators in your head will break through. It’s nothing momentous,...

My science textbook tells me that stars are flaming balls of gas, all but the sun light years away from us, probably dead by...

Sometimes when I lie awake at night, when I grow weary of the electronic hum from my household devices and the symphony of snoring...

My skin bakes beneath my clothes. Dusty dry ground crackles beneath our feet. There is a low humming of bugs, and I know that...

At the time, I was introduced to most of the books I knew by my grandfather. On days when his back ached, he would...

9:46AM For a Quiet Carriage there is a surprising number of yobs behind me, chattering and screeching away like a family of chimps. From what...