Tag archive for Nonfiction

And if there were a contest, and [this prisoner] had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak, and before his eyes had become steady . . . would he…

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It’s half past midnight when you wake me up. The light beside our bed is on, and you shake me—a rough shake that creates bruises on my shoulder blade from your careless fingertips. I’m delirious, and when I sit up, only one side of my…

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In the beginning, there is power in the body. The way a woman carries herself, and the promises of all the things she will become. When she walks, how oceans curve and change the patterns of their tides. Her words, and how they carry certainty….

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“Give me your sharps,” she said. I stared at my new therapist. She was a blond athlete. She could have easily beaten me up. She reached her hand out. “Give me your sharps. Now.” “Why?” I protested. “You have two choices,” she said. “Either you…

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Ex-Husbands 1. An altar dedicated to her first. Framed black & white photographs, Navy medals and certificates, a pressed rose. A file full of letters sent after their divorce that I stole when she wasn’t looking. How are you? The weather here in Florida sure…

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