Creative Nonfiction: I love them all by Al Kratz
My dad can only come to me in my dreams now, but when he does, he comes in versions.
My dad can only come to me in my dreams now, but when he does, he comes in versions.
We’re pleased to announce the addition of Guillermo Rebollo Gil and Imani Cauthen-Robinson to our creative nonfiction team!
Maybe I wanted things in my life to be more permanent, I don’t know.
Grandma taught me to believe in creatures she called “Tiny People” who lived behind the bookshelf and protected both us and the bookshelf’s authors from evil hands and minds.
Have you ever loved someone because you’ve backmasked the shit out of them?
The times people asked why I didn’t drink.
The pants are now a part of a collection of precarious things that will ruin your life if you are not careful.
We learn to slow down the moments and watch as they arise, disappear, arise, disappear—fading into and also becoming the larger song around us.
The call, when it came, was a cliché.
When I show up at her house, she declares I have good timing because she’ll probably die soon.