Category: Nonfiction

by Suphil Lee Park       As Uncle Seung’s hand reached for my waist, I wondered for a moment whether he was going to give me a ride on his shoulder. I awkwardly froze, halfway holding my arms out, as his hand left something in the kangaroo’s pouch of my favorite overalls. I had turned seven just…

by Annabel Li Born and raised in Shanghai, Annabel Li loves writing and surfing.

by Ophelia D. Knight       Tell them you love them. Tell them not to worry. Tell them that things happen. Tell them that you’ll be fine without them; explain that you’ll miss them but you’ll live. Tell them that you will send letters filled with love and news of your everyday life. Tell them that you…

by Caroline Fleischauer       Amid a sea of tents slips a White man holding a camera. It’s 1984 and the camera—a Nikon FM2 with a Nikkor 105mm Ai-S F2.5 lens—is powerful enough to share grief between one side of the world and the other. The tent village sits across Pakistan’s border with Afghanistan, near Peshawar. The…

by Rebecca Callahan wild/wīld/ adjective: wild; comparative adjective: wilder; superlative adjective: wildest 1. (of an animal or plant) living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or       cultivated.       A small girl in a photograph: lined up with siblings and cousins, standing at the edge of her       parents’ property, tangled hair hanging to her waist,…

by Clara Risser       I have been walking around with a dead baby inside me for five weeks now. My body doesn’t know it’s dead. “Your pituitary gland is not getting the memo,” the midwife tells me, eyeing blood work that proves how confused my body is. I picture my pituitary gland as a young soldier…

by Meredith MacLeod Davidson In the 1640s, two definitions of the verb engage branched from its etymology tree. The first: engage (v.) – “to attract and occupy the attention of”The second: engage (v.) – “to enter into combat or contest with” At nineteen, I had logins on many major image-hosting or sharing sites: Flickr, Imgur,…

by Char Gardner “We did not come here to study the climate of Antarctica. We are here because this is where the information is stored.”—Kendrick Taylor, PhD Desert Research Institute January 6, 1997Four a.m. Desperate to pee. Cold darkness all around. Muffled bovine sounds of ten sleeping men snoring in this Jamesway hut (a Quonset…

by Jennifer Case I.Message to the Tamarin Mother When you have a child and sense you do not have enough community support for that child—that 8 oz. ball of sinew and soft fur clutching the hair on your shoulder—you do not stop yourself or judge yourself or say, what will others think? You do not…

by J. D. Harlock       I. Whatever Happened to the Worlds of Tomorrow?        Whatever happened to the worlds of tomorrow?       Whatever happened to the tomorrows that never were?      Our atomic dreams gave way to cybernetic nightmares. And it seems that, in time, we will fabricate a new vision of what is to come—that, too, will be discarded.      But what…