Nonfiction
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as nonfiction. We accept work from those associated with Flagstaff and those from far off.
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Old Faithful by John Brantingham
Arnold turns around after Old Faithful erupts for the cheer behind him. There’s a man down on one knee proposing to a woman in front of a small crowd who are taking pictures. Arnold thinks that maybe he’s in the picture with the geyser and couple. In six months, they will be married, and cancer…
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What I Wish I Knew About Binge-Eating by Justin Ko
I’m a weightlifter, a lawyer and a recovered binge-eater. Here are five things I wish I knew about food and my body 1. It’s lonely being an object When your biggest decision of the day is whether to lift heavy deltoid press in front or behind the neck—and much more importantly, whether to scarf down…
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“Purshotam Lal Malik” by Sushant Malhotra
My school curriculum imprinted young minds of my generation with the ideal of separating religion from state. Being born in a country harboring some of the world’s most prolific religions: Hinduism, Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Jainism, Sikhism, Zoroastrianism and Baha’i to name a few, meant secularism became a way of life. How else could people with…
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“Changing of the Seasons” by Terry Ratner
There are two main seasons in Phoenix: summer and winter. Our fall and spring are bypassed for long stretches of sameness. Maybe there’s a hint of spring in March, when a frail rain falls, casting a silver net over the neighborhood. Then the sky clears and the flowers smell like baby lotion until the aroma…
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“A Rabbit Story” by Victoria Lewis
The woman on my left made a low sound like she just saw a little kid fall down, the bearded guy to my right started scrolling through his phone…
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“Strawberries” by Brad Snyder
“My father can’t stop thinking about his car spinning in circles. I can’t stop thinking about the strawberries.”
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“In Situ” by Camille LeFevre
“Home. Land. Here I am. Attentive. Accountable.”
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“Luminous” by Camille LeFevre
“Not lunatic, but lunar, we face you, without question, sure in our waxing and waning.”
