Nonfiction, Volume X
Unpacking
The Funnies, Justine Newman My family moved this week. This morning, my mom told me she was going to come “check my room” at some point, which means to evaluate whether…
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Nonfiction, Volume XQuarantime
How to Survive a Pandemic, Ashley Webster A guided house tour: spring break, March 13-21, 2020, Prospect Heights, IL. FRENCH WINDOWS In the mornings I sit in an armchair in…
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Nonfiction, Volume XThe Storm Chaser Within
Lettuce Hug, Christina Guzman She was a flying fist of fury hurling hate, that faint tinge of red flaring beneath the yellow flesh of olive skin. A stark contrast of her…
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Nonfiction, Volume XJasper
A Slow Decay, Ashley Webster I come across her near the water. She is sitting on top of a picnic bench, her slippers and a couple cans of Monaco strewn beside…
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Nonfiction, Volume XHow to Host a Funeral
Meditation on Postmodernism, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack Most importantly: food. Good food. Some families think those bullshit little hors d’oeuvres will cut it, but they won’t. You really think Lisa…
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Nonfiction, Volume XI Go Back to the House on Grandon
The Japanese House, Effie Jia (Imitation of Vincent Scarpa’s “I Go Back to Berryman’s”) All the Chevys were from different eras—a candy-apple ‘63 Impala, a wine red ‘85 Monte Carlo,…
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Nonfiction, Volume Xi long for the me i was before i met you
Skin Mask Replica, Hunter Louis i am drinking earl grey tea even though it is slightly bitter because i miss my mother and she always drank it at home and my…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXReminiscing in the Land of Maple Syrup
An Ode to Breakfast, Emma Lassiter I was scared, that day. The last time I had been scared in that house was when I was seven, and my big sister…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXThe Planets Move Without My Consent
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Morning consists of showering the body, donning the clothing, assembling the self. I wrestle into a tee shirt, and oftentimes a collared shirt atop it, a…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXEntropy & the Irrefutable Nonsense of Being
Immersed, Abigail Nasari “The people or countries that seem to have the highest happiness index seem to embrace the chaos of being human, meaning they don’t pretend that life is…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXLove Language
Precious, Rose Horell No one stays in Calcutta, India forever. Scan the headlines of the nearest copy of Calcutta Times or The Telegraph and you’ll almost certainly find an op-ed…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXElise
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright I know her like she’s mine. Little sister, little child, little rhyme. We float in the gray-between; one of my hands holds her as a sister…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXSisters
Precious, Rose Horell TW: Child Abuse I. “Do you think I’d look good as a blonde?” I ask my sister Cassandria as we sit in parallel spa chairs at Grace’s Nail…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXThe Adventures of Cyber Ant and Zarena
Behaviorism, Arjun Saatia TW: Domestic Violence, Drug Abuse I loved when my father explained his tattoos to me. I’d stare wide-eyed and mystified at the letters scrawling…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXClean & Pretty
“junior year prom, mom had to unzip my dress because i was having a panic attack and couldn’t breathe”, Evelyn Staats TW: Eating Disorder The women of Mitski’s songs are…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXRecipes
Skyhopping, Alessia Potovsky Something about the hissing of the onions, scallions, garlic, and country pepper no – scotch bonnet, it’s scotch bonnet pepper here. Something about the hissing of the onions,…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXA Ghost Story
Forbidden, Meghan Bauman I had this dream once that felt like it had been stripped from an indie Halloween movie: exposed brick walls, threadbare fear scattered across the floor like breadcrumbs,…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXHow to Write About Your Dead Latin Teacher (In Six Easy Steps)
Opulent, Taharah Islam Step 1. Massage product into scalp and rinse thoroughly. Recall what she taught you about the Roman funeral: how it was the only time in antiquity that a…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXIn Brevity
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright My Grandmother’s diary entry for September 8, 1943 reads: “Italy surrendered. Permed my hair.” Growing up, I spent most of my time with her, our houses…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXWhen We Went to 1989
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin I remember when Julia and I hopped a wall by the river to recreate her parents’ wedding day. The only thing between us and that convent…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXTense
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt I found the tense of life in my college French 102 class that I took because everyone I knew was in Spanish and French…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXA Dominicana’s Guide to Surviving a PWI
Immersed, Abigail Nasari Mami… todos son gringos. You arrive. Take in the brick buildings decorated by fresh-cut grass and towering trees before you take in how much heavier your skin…