Luis David Morán, “Buenrostro de Día,” 2016, Acrylic on board

Nonfiction 6.2

For Women it is a Shame to be Hungry

by hannah carpino

“Think about the radio and how it was always tuned to 104.1. Think about Old Farms Road, coasting to a stop at night in the dead center, and rolling down the windows silently. It was a game; you don’t remember its name anymore…“

 

The Rio Grande

by thomas cook

“Canadian geese stand in chili fields off the banks in Albuquerque while the water turns in on itself off the rocks. I’ve walked through a lavender field to be here, the smell hanging in my sweater and on the backs of my chilled hands…”

 

Peacock

by thomas cook

“There is no light on the farm, and my sneakers on the gravel path seem to echo to the mountains, shade upon shade on the horizon. I’m looking for a place to sit out of the cold…”

 

State of Beef

by thomas cook

“A long swim through the excrement of chickens reminds me there is no place for xenophobia in this world. Thousands of hands pack thousands of pounds for their daily bread, and the land glistens with fat during drought in the same way it cradles the toxic flood….”

 

After the Beep

by rachel a.g. gilman
(Audio piece)
 

Meditations on a Slug

by rick kempa

“My mind moves sluggishly much of the time—like a slug, this pudgy porous creature millimetering outside my door. Look how perfectly it forms itself around whatever surface it’s traversing, the way two lovers’ bodies fit each other head-to-toe, no matter what their separate sizes are when they’re afoot….”

 

Amanda

by lita kurth

“A little Lutheran church out in the country, not yet gentrified into “charming,” gives you hard, dark wooden pews, chilly air, and an old bell calling dutiful Germans to change out of their cow-shit-covered barn boots, dress up, and sing serious, organ-emphasized hymns written four hundred years ago….”

 

Journey to Ithaca

by sofia martimianakis

“Did you know there’s a tiny church on the island of Dia? We planned to swim to shore and light a candle to absolve ourselves from the sinful acts of the night before. I dove in first. The water was crystal clear. It felt especially refreshing after sitting on that hot fishing boat for hours….”

 

Flitzani

by sofia martimianakis

“I was eight years old when I discovered I was basically the equivalent of a Greek witch. No, I don’t wear a pointy hat or ride a broomstick. I read flitzania. I can see into your past, uncover secrets from your present, and give insight into your future all from the grounds you leave behind after drinking a small cup of bitter Greek coffee…”