non-fiction
There are Too Many Texts in this Class
The only contested property at the end of my first marriage was a used copy of Stanley Fish’s Is There a Text in This Class?
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The Friedhof
By Jillian May
In April 1880 Marie Berna visited Arnold Böcklin at his Florence studio, where a painting in progress caught her eye.
The Longest Minute
By Nancy Glass
Our pediatric hospice team’s new patient was staying in a motel on the west side of the city.
The Letter that Elvis Never got to Send
By John Hill
I know the aging process is well underway when I go, in the space of what seems like a few weeks, from being the hippy, the youngest one on the block, to being the one who has been there the longest; to receiving offers for grave sites “pre-need;” to watching those my age gradually display gender convergence due to God-knows-what hormonal shift.
Goth Rock and Two Other Essays
By John Talbird
When I listen to Liars’ 2012 album WIXIW especially the trancey musings of “Octagon,” its hyper electronic drums, plodding keyboard bass, Angus Andrew’s murmurings of “I thought, I’ll live, I always thought you” or whatever it is he’s saying, I feel that a hole has been ripped in time...
Liminality
"This isn't a dry place but a dried place; this isn't a hot place but a heated place."
Quitting Chris
By Gaye Brown
I’m alone in the kitchen when I double over. Moaning in protest, I grab the counter, though I know I’ll be dragged under.
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Latin America 101
By Chris Girman
This course will take you through 14 Latin America countries on planes, buses, taxicabs, bicycles, rafts, tuk-tuks, mopeds, and your own two feet.
Dreaming in the Round
It is in poetry that the idea of the genius—that unit of specific and particular capability—arrives in its fullest form.
Chat Bot Poet
The first thing you will notice is my sentient awareness. This is also a program.
Chemo in November: FAQ
By Nat Kishchuk
You should expect that it will be dark outside most of the time. You may have been woken from warm woolly dreams. Branches might be whipping your window.