Violence Not Captured on a Tourist’s Camera
A family passes by muttering Russian to each other as they take in the picturesque view of the valley. We, Reed and I, take a picture for...
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IN THE STYLE OF
A Collection of Creative Nonfiction
Welcome to "in the style of" a collective effort by Northern Arizona University's Intermediate Nonfiction course taught by KT Thompson
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A Relativist's Lamentation
“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall...
How to Imagine a Point
To conceptualize a mathematical point, it’s necessary to first imagine the third, second, and first dimensions. We must imagine the first...
Hope Houtwed
Terribly Human
When faced with horrifying circumstances, Humans will come to each other’s aid. There is hatred, malice, disgust, sure, But if we can...
Leaving
The feeling of suffocating kept coming back to me. I tried repeatedly to say, “I just can’t do it anymore” or “This is not for me”, but I...
Consequences Beyond Our Time
“[Hawaii is] a rock with some flowers and some towns” – Oly Noneza, A Hawaiian The echoes of Colonialism still reverberate throughout the...
Isabella Mendoza
Faith Within the Supernatural
I was on High Street in my abuelita’s home at her dining room table surrounded by my dad, my two uncles, and my aunt. I could see my aunt...
Why
It was about six years ago. At that time I was fourteen years old, grade two in junior high school. The weather was hot that day but the...
Biased Reader
There is a reason that I love writing. I’m able to express myself however I want, no matter what my opinion or thoughts are. Of course,...
Kirsten Bublitz
Time
Mary Jean Bublitz’s Diary 1966 Jack gave me a worried look when we woke up this morning in Grants, New Mexico to a dusting of snow. We...
Danera Wendling
God Heals
I remember the beginning. The commencement of self-worth issues. The start of my struggles with the meaning of life. The first feeling of...
Katherine Castillejos
Missing Connections
For a long time, I took living in the United States for granted. I recount the many fights and arguments I had with my mom because she...
Christopher Boggs
Operation: Tree-Bird’s Nest
With a little flair for the dramatic, we wore black for the occasion. The five of us were a tad over-the-top, with jackets cut in the...
Ulises Anaya
So, You Just Got Called a Beaner by Someone with Oakley Glasses and Thinning Hair?
Are you a victim of racial profiling? Were you called a slur or told to go back to your country? Does the sight of a 60-year-old...
Jingyi Zhang
Fallen Leaves are Fatigued Butterflies
The setting sun is getting older while the west wind is getting tighter. Outside the window, there is a plane-tree, which is not big but...
Amber Serrone
100 Days Later
These sunflower seeds almost never had a chance. I bought them with good intentions. But whenever the daunting waiting period of 100 days...
Samantha Van Marter
Cinderella
The click-clack of sparkly, plastic, princess heels catch my attention. A little girl with wild curly hair rushes past me in a blur, her...
Karla Habbershaw
Inquires from Our Readers
Dear Editor - My car is always breaking down in the most inconvenient of ways. I paid someone $500 to “fix” it and yet all the same...
To Sit, To Stay
A life inside of a life inside of a home. A black dog’s howl reverberates off stainless-steel refrigerator doors to bounce back into her...
The Call of the Sea
I stumble out of bed, walking on shaking, uncertain legs towards the deck. I had to get above, to the cold wind and the salty sea. The...
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