ISSUE 21, Summer 2006

 

 

 

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Creative Nonfiction Magazine
and The Best of Brevity

 


 

Two New Craft Essays

Lia Purpura and Peggy Shumaker

 

PALINDROME
By Kelle Groom

He was long divorced from a tiny, blond ballerina and was having a secret affair with a student, another tiny, blond ballerina.

I JUST LATELY STARTED BUYING WINGS
By Kim Dana Kupperman

“I ain’t ever told nobody how I makes chicken. I tell people how I makes cakes,” she says.

TLOCALULA
By Donald Morrill

Its tongue dangles, hoping to reclaim the taste of the moon or touch the truth present in the shade of the moment.


HOLES
By Leslie Ann Salley

He winked at me and said she’d forget. “It’ll be like a hole in her memory, and she’ll have you to fill in the gap.”

FULL GOSPEL
By J.D. Schraffenberger

When my brother Jonathan has a psychotic break, Grandma believes it’s the devil inside him, demons in the rap music he listens to.

CRIME SCENE PHOTO
By Bob Cowser Jr.

I remember hearing news of her murder and running to find my first grade yearbook, hoping to fix her school days photo in my mind.

POCKETFUL OF MUMBLES
By Nicole Walton

"She found your little purple pills," he said, about a minute later. "Are they what she thinks?"

DAILY CONSTITUTIONALS
By Nance Van Winckel
There’s such a warmth and charm about the cracked gnome, and surely, I think, there’re not nearly enough gnomes in this world.

MY FOURTH BOYFRIEND
By Tim Doody

There was that night when everything changed: him and a cab driver fighting outside and then me and our trashed apartment and then the screaming.

ROB ME AGAIN
By Katherine Jamieson
My first impression of the man lingered, and I could not separate my subsequent disillusionment from the romantic circumstances under which we had met.

THE VISIT
By Candance Greene

“Mama,” my grandmother says in a childlike voice. I stare into her eyes, not knowing what to say. This woman, the very core of our family, grabs my forearm and says, “Mama, I’m so happy to see you.”


DISPLACEMENT
By Jennifer Henderson
Kansas is not merely flat; it is not the Heartland; it is not the place where twisters whisk off young girls, sweeping them through air, across space, out into a vast Technicolor dream. Kansas is here. Right through that door.


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