Summer 2014 - Non-Fiction

 
     
 

Bonnie Lee Black
Pompano

What I remember most vividly about her place, apart from the fish we served that night for dinner, is the walls. Some of the interior walls of their newly renovated, 18th-floor penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan could move....

 
     
 

 

 
 

Earl S. Braggs
So Wild and So Beautiful, We Have to Laugh

Sometimes it’s the sound of the garbage truck rolling past our house that reminds me to take out the trash. Sometimes it’s finding Wednesday’s wash still in the dryer on Saturday morning that reminds me that clothes don’t really need to be folded....

 
     
     
 

Shevaun Brannigan
Report of Findings on my Mother, Electron Microscopist for the United States Department of Agriculture

My mother was born in 1951; twenty years prior, the electron microscope was invented. Her particular microscope took up an entire darkly lit room, in which she sat daily for over twenty-five years, back curled over the viewer with one or both hands on the microscope’s dials, turning them slowly to zoom and pan over a given sample....

 
     
     
 

Rebecca Schwab
Things My Students Don’t Know

Sometimes when I’m supposed to be keeping time—freewrite for five minutes, two minutes left for the quiz—most times, really, I’m just spacing out....

 
     
     
 

Agnieszka Stachura
Game Animals of a Lesser God

The customer wants a giraffe to feed ten. Not a static drawing, mind you, but a bona fide, three dimensional beast, carved whole cloth and complete, no doubt, with shiny black hooves and those little vestigial horns....