I am attached to a headset by a red wire. Like a dog to a tree, I can reach only as far as the cord allows. When a call comes, I answer: 988 lifeline this is … and speak aloud my alias. (nonfiction)
Tag: creative nonfiction
Tim hopped out of his parked diesel Jetta, his naturally orange hair prominent against the brisk, late January day. He said, “Stay here for a second, Stever. I’ve got something for us.” (nonfiction)
After a long hospitalization, my father returns home to die on January 2025’s coldest day—the Thursday after Orthodox Christmas. The packed snow on the steep, gravel driveway leading to his house is a slick, icy sheet… (nonfiction/Ukraine)
The summer heat sprawls on my skin like a thick cover of wet glue.
(nonfiction)
But the answer, I like to think, is that the Raven Grill offers not so much “nevermore” but “furthermore.”
(nonfiction)
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.
(nonfiction)
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.
(nonfiction)
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.
(nonfiction)
“What have they been feeding you in here?” I ask.
“A bunch of bullshit!”
(nonfiction)
