Winter 2013 - Non-Fiction

Jameson Parker
I Love to Play

I love to play. Not just to play but to play. To make music. I love the feeling of the mother of pearl under my fingertips, the brush of brass ...

Sheila Grace Stuewe
Six Minute Snoozes

 Sunlight streams in, and I cover my face with Mountain Spring-scented sheets. It’s Saturday, but I never fail to set my alarm. I lie in bed tucked ....

Afaa Michael Weaver
The Theft of the Clean Heads

In the closet under the stairway to the manager's offices, I kept the tools of my trade, my yellow, plastic water buggy and its detachable wringer....

Tarn Wilson
My Perfect Little Life

I’d gotten the job through a temp agency. I wanted to try something new, something that scared me a little, something physical. So instead of checking administrative on my application, I checked light industrial....