Summer 2015 - Non-Fiction


David Armand
Real Work

When I was fifteen or sixteen, I moved out of my abusive home and away from my alcoholic father for several weeks, during which time I lived with friends....




Keith Lesmeister
One Hundred Dollars

When I arrived that afternoon, there was a suited man waiting for me near the seating area of the deli. As I approached him, he asked if I would follow him upstairs to his office....


Jennifer Porter

Our nightmare started like this: An unfamiliar cell phone number showed on my caller ID. “Hello?” “Jen.” It was my husband. He said something like, I’ve done something bad or maybe, stupid. I didn’t say anything, just waited .....