Creative Nonfiction

Holler

I was walking to a friend’s house one evening along one of the few roads that jam here every Friday as people leave town, when a woman leaning out of a pickup truck stopped at the light and saw me and hollered, Where’s the closest bar or hotel? I turned…

Speaking of Lineage

Don’t mention the rest of us punched silent rivets in his cell walls, us proteins that rebar his brickface, that buttress his architecture now warm, now capable, now built of the junkyard dead. —Jaswinder Bolina It’s hard to wake in the morning to poverty and despair and not want to…

Blue Dinosaur

1.Rob a Townie I remember stealing only once. It was not the sort of thing a God-fearing girl would normally do. Stealing would set my seven-year-old soul in danger of the Hell fire promised to me every week by Sunday School teachers and weeping pastors pacing the pulpit, raising their…

Walking

Huntsville, Alabama The Natural Well is a pit cave hidden in Monte Sano State Park, at the very northern tip of Alabama. At the end of a path under arching oaks weaving tunnels of leaves, you’ll find an unmarked well with its walls crumbling and only a wire fence surrounding…