Read the 2003 NonQuiction Award Winners
Way Fire Talks to Wood," by
Christine Boyka Kluge
Frequencies," by Oz
by George Tucker
By InSuk Jo
shit. Costume, custom. Sleep, slip. Retch, wretch. They still sound
alike. After four years of college English courses.
MUSIC TEACHERS OF ST. AUGUSTINE'S ELEMENTARY
By Suzanne Rivecca
is disconcerting to be reprimanded in the key of F.
By Deborah Marquart
I remember circles—the swirling cuff of my father's pant leg, the
layered hem of my mother's skirt.
YOUNG AND THE END OF EXISTENTIALISM
By Greg Bottoms
Young,” he said in broken English, gesturing toward the money in his
open guitar case.
GARDEN, PORTLAND OREGON
By Brenda Miller
imagined myself silent and still as a stone Buddha who sits inside
the changing seasons—immutable and temperate, even under the gathering
IN THE LUNCH BUFFET LINE IN ATLANTIC CITY
By Peggy Duffy
My father who faints at the sight of blood—his or anybody else’s—saved
a life today.
By Ellen Morris Prewitt
The trial over, the divorce decree entered, the line final.
ON VACATION, 1965
By Diana Kiesners
After May 24th, all roads in Canada lead north.