There are no more grand reveals.
You forget a lot of things as the days unspool.
I stun myself on a light/I have never drunk before.
I studied myself like a music score, my blood fizzing as I recognized, for the first time, the reflection of a woman who would be wanted.
A non-exhaustive list of the things that make us human.
Some of the best smells, you see.
Writing a sex scene doesn’t have to be harder than writing any other scene in fiction.
People are not as close as they once were, I thought he said.
Because this form asks the most of its readers as far as co-creation, we have to be able to see where the form can falter, if we falter as writers.
We will be reopening for creative nonfiction submissions on April 1st!