The summer heat sprawls on my skin like a thick cover of wet glue.
(nonfiction)
Tag: creative nonfiction
But the answer, I like to think, is that the Raven Grill offers not so much “nevermore” but “furthermore.”
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After the woman / tells him how that first night really went. After months pass, / and this child is born. After this child’s first birthday, / first day of school, First Communion, first love, / first loss, first child, that child’s first introduction to Grandpa.
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Only the life of a human being has meaning, but we cannot decide what that meaning is.
(nonfiction)
Years passed. The joke continued. So did the dustings.
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I loved her. But I never, ever felt close to her. The few times I tried to speak honestly to her as I struggled to understand how I’d come to see the world as I did, she was so hurt that it would have been cruel to persist.
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“What have they been feeding you in here?” I ask.
“A bunch of bullshit!”
(nonfiction)
“I’ve only been to France a handful of times since I moved away…and each time it gets into me with weird intensity.”
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