Nonfiction

"Ezekiel's Chariot" by Jim Blythe

NONFICTION ISSUE #32

Bugs

By Naomi Ulsted
 
 

I was watching television when my dad barreled into the living room in his boxers. He twisted and shimmied and slapped wildly at himself, his hands clapping sharply against his pale skin. My mother was at Grandma’s house…
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NONFICTION ISSUE #31

Blighted

By Elsa Valmidiano
 
 

Blight: NOUN 1. Any of numerous plant diseases resulting in sudden conspicuous wilting and dying of affected parts, especially young, growing tissues. 2. The condition or causative agent, such as a bacterium, fungus, or virus, that results in blight….
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NONFICTION ISSUE #30

Dark Bodies

By Abi Newhouse
 
 

Olivia and I drove through the canyon in the dark. The only light came unnatural and electric from street lamps or the car clock or the bright headlights behind us. I followed the road, the curve of it, and the hill, and did all of this with tears dripping down my face…
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"Old Virginia City" by Donna Tucker, 14x12, acrylic on hardboard

NONFICTION ISSUE #29

Goodbye to All That

By Jordan Floyd
 
 

If Belle London were alive today, she’d be an intersectional feminist. She would frequent 25th Street in Ogden—where it all began, her Sin Alley, Two-Bit Street, the home of her once lucrative prostitution house…
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"Corde" by Dave Petraglia, Photograph

NONFICTION ISSUE #28

On Weaving

By Jericho Parms
 
 

Lately, in the middle of the night, I wake up in a tangle between the cat and my partner, whose chest rises and falls with his measured breath. I still use the word partner although it sounds like we are police officers or share leadership in a law firm…
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"Lost" by Catherine Howley, acrylic paint and pastels

NONFICTION ISSUE #27

Gravity

By Meredith Boe
 
 

The planes over this city, they fly low. Above my bed, night or day, where I’ve spent my hours lately. The rush of vibrations gets louder, then softer, louder, then softer, like waves. When they’re really low, it sounds as if the sky is ripping in half. I go to work, read, drink too much, eat, make love. And repeat. Time feels wave-like, or more a whirlpool tub I can’t climb out of….
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Hieronymus Bosch (circa 1450–1516) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

NONFICTION ISSUE #26

Honeymoon Reservations

By Nancy McCabe
 
 

The first time I saw a slide of Hieronymous Bosch’s “Garden of Earthly Delights” projected on the screen in art history class, Marc and I had been married for nine months and I felt like I was viewing a metaphor for my own life….
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"Turbulence I" by Laura Teti, 48" x 48" Acrylic on Canvas, Mud Season Review

NONFICTION ISSUE #25

Bring Out Your Dead

By Rebecca Fremo
 
 

He repeats the lessons from yesterday: “Only aim at the target. Never touch the trigger til you’re ready to shoot the target. Never point it at people or up in the air. Animals could get hurt.” …
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"The Land of Rock Towers" by Elise Palmigiani, 19.70" x 39.50" Acrylic on Canvas, Mud Season Review

NONFICTION ISSUE #24

Reservation

By Andrew Maynard
 
 

I’ve seen tumbleweed before, but never this massive. They look like clumps of wicker, like loosely bundled strands of barbwire, somersaulting viciously across the asphalt and shrinking into the shrub-covered desert. “Goddamn,” my father says, squinting out the passenger window of my truck. “They’re not even this big in Westerns….”
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"Enveloped, or How I Felt with You" by Julia Haw, 40" x 36" Oil on Canvas, 2007-2012, Mud Season Review

NONFICTION ISSUE #23

The Funambulists

By Jonathan Rovner
 
 

Conjure up two people—let’s say one man and one woman—and place them in a nondescript room. Don’t slap them down like stamps in an album; people are fragile, after all. Fill the room with tension. The problem, of course, is that tension doesn’t look like anything. You might have to use your imagination. Maybe floodwaters are filling the room with a sluggish inevitability…
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