Creative Nonfiction: Nothing Lasts Forever by David Riessen
But he wasn’t interested in or even capable of looking into the future.
But he wasn’t interested in or even capable of looking into the future.
Boy legs don’t fit on boy beds.
You just need a regular notebook.
They didn’t give a damn about birds. They wanted to see what happened on people’s faces.
This is a habit of yours. Not letting dead things rest.
These two people—my father and my daughter—were on opposite ends of life.
You should have told me you were going to jump into the ocean.
How many of us are on the verge of it all?
I frame both of my grandma’s obituaries
Mothers have brown hair that they tuck behind their ears while playing Candyland.