Alexandra Stanislaw/Creative Nonfiction

Alexandra Stanislaw/Creative Nonfiction

Vladimir Chuchadeev *** Dreams of Decadent Grief   by Alexandra Stanislaw You imagine your suicide – the faux porcelain bathtub brimming with sudsy water, milky swirls kissing your breasts, the bulge of your middle over the top line of the water, the reddening...
Shelly R. Fredman/Creative Nonfiction

Shelly R. Fredman/Creative Nonfiction

Erda Estremera *** Town at the End of the World   by  Shelly R. Fredman The first time I walked the slip of sand that is Wellfleet Harbor, I huddled in the wind against my college professor. He had summered in the town for years, and for our first and only night...

Paul Sohar’s Budapest

Wax Alive   by Paul Sohar Wax figures are the last thing you’d expect to find in the Castle Hotel of Budapest, especially hidden in an elevator, but that’s the best explanation I can come up with for the strange encounter I had on a recent stay in this very...
Wendy Stewart/Creative Nonfiction

Wendy Stewart/Creative Nonfiction

Photo by Gage Skidmore, CC Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton on the campaign trail  *** By the Seats of Our Pants   “. . . the sadness lives in the recognition that a life cannot matter.” Claudia Rankine,  “Cornel West makes the point. . . ” from Don’t Let...
Kelly Gammon White/Travel

Kelly Gammon White/Travel

All photos by Kelly Gammon White Inishbofin Island, off the coast of Connemara in the West of Ireland.  A great place to walk, if you keep an eye out for sheep and such. *** Why Ireland? By Kelly Gammon White I’m sitting in Katie’s Cottage, a hybrid...