Category: NONFICTION
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“Swerve” by Laurie Blauner
“I’m praying in the form of shifting toward something. But without repenting or knowing what it is.”
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“Have It Your Way” by Neil Connelly
A Depression-era mother, my Grandma Qualter brought me out to eat only on rare occasions.
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“The Him Sim” by Aarron Sholar
But there’s no need for him now because that him is me, and I am more like him than I was before.
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“Water Works” by Dai Lin
Water works By 10 a.m., the African sun has baked me into the ground at 97 degrees. Like an overgrown, overripe mango, my body drops, collapses, puddles. The Ghanaian women around me are fasting from dawn ‘til dusk, without water, for Ramadan. At the dugout, they dunk and fill their water vessels with a blurring…
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“On Zumba” by Meg Petersen
My Zumba instructor is excited because Halloween falls on one of our class days, and even though this is more than a month away, she tells us to “Get your costumes ready, ladies!” and goes on to gush about every costume she’s ever worn in the who-knows-how-many years she has been teaching Zumba. She is,…
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“Box at the End of the Room” by William Vernon
Box at the End of the Room He is my Cousin Somebody, according to my father, who begins shaking hands and hugging people. I glance at the box at the other end of the big room and see inside it a forehead, nose and lips, hands piled, lying one on the other. “Who are they?”…