By Meghan Vigeant Mimi’s white hair sticks up stiff and electric. I notice a brown spot on her gown—the same black and white flannel dress she wore yesterday. Why didn’t the last caregiver change her? I kneel in front of her on the floor, fumbling […]
By Heidi Fettig Parton In the middle of September, you are in the backyard on your knees. You are not praying, but perhaps you should be. Bended knees can lift up, bended knees can kill. The world, heavy with sorrow; you persist. Using your gloved […]
Every summer, Bay Path University’s MFA program in Creative Nonfiction writing offers a weeklong Writing Seminar based in Dingle, a town nestled on the Atlantic coast on the western shore of County Kerry, Ireland. Each day throughout the week, Seminar Facilitator Suzanne Strempek Shea gives […]
By Fabrice Poussin From the Photographer: There is nothing more awe inspiring than the wonders and power of the earth, which grants us the privilege of its nurturing for but a few decades. This image, like so many taken in the vicinity of Yellowstone Park, […]
By Jenee Rodriguez I adore a mystery.Now, at 26,I never felt more like one in my life. My past is in the clear water,and I say thank you each dayfor the things I thought aboutat 16, 18, 20, 21. Mistakes have become memories,some universal heartbreaks,some […]
By SJ Griffin Every fat person will tell you that no one has been there for them like food has. Not my girlfriend, my dog, or even my mom compares to what I feel with food. But there’s loathing in that relationship too. I moan […]
Looking down By Austin Metze Leaning in over the swamp’s edgeI’m drawn to an anomaly—intensely dark pulsing water,like an oil spill in the shape of an archipelago;Long Island viewed from 10,000 feet,early morning commuters beginning to stir. A mass of frog embryos,having just crossed over […]
By Amber Pierson My bones are blue, creaking andClacking as I amble my way throughLife, twisting and turning, upside downAnd backwards. My blood is green,Sloshing and toxic, poisonous, seepingThrough my skin, burning any handsThat reach too close. My heart is gray,Melancholy, thump, bump, beating,Beating in […]
By Pat LaPointe Before every holiday, we’d have what my family called the “boob hunt.” Sounds perverse, but it’s not. It was all about my mom’s famous fried chicken. Mom believed every holiday should include a dish that celebrated our heritage. While we appreciated the […]
By Erin Hall I come to you when I visit home. I press my index and middle fingers into my lips, and gently touch them against the smooth marble edge. I tell you about the traffic—so many idiots in the left lane, it would have […]