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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

Emily Dickinson

October 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Essay In Which My Uncle Eddy And I Attend His Funeral

I want to ask Uncle Eddy how it could possibly be that he is sitting in my car as we drive through Katonah, New York, on the way to Danbury, but sometimes in life you just roll with what’s happening and try to make sense of it after it happens.

By Brian Doyle October 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

This I Believed

I believed, even as a child, that I was being raised up in the right way to live. My family attended the local Seventh-Day Adventist church every Saturday. I sang songs about David and Goliath, and I belted out that I was “too young to march in the infantry” or to “ride in the cavalry” or to “shoot the artillery,” but not too young to serve “in the Lord’s army.”

By Matthew Vollmer October 2013

Selected Poems

from “With That Moon Language” | Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to / them, “Love me.” / Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise / someone would call the cops.

Hafiz — Versions By Daniel Ladinsky October 2013

Kitchen Ghost

My husband killed himself in our kitchen, / a wide-open room with a forty-gallon barrel / of water standing close to the old woodstove.

By Teetle Clawson October 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Hour And The Day

I remember clearly my grandmother’s eyes on the day she became trapped between a world of knowing and a world of confusion. She was sitting at the dining-room table in my mother’s house. My three children were poised above coloring books and other art supplies like tiny soldiers, following the orders of the day.

By C.J. Gall August 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

On Fire

After my parents lost our farm and we moved into town, I started attending an evangelical Quaker church with my friend Brad. I wasn’t sure I liked it at first, but as the months passed with my mom and dad rarely speaking, I did start to find something like peace when I prayed.

By Doug Crandell June 2013

The God Of Numbers and Eve, After

from “Eve, After” | Did she know / there was more to life / than lions licking the furred / ears of lambs, / fruit trees dropping / their fat bounty, / the years droning on / without argument?

By Danusha Laméris May 2013
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

It Is No Longer Necessary To Write Novels

I think it was Jorge Luis Borges who said that it was no longer necessary to write novels; it was sufficient to write the review of the novel. I say it’s no longer necessary to write novels; you may just write the first line.

By Sparrow April 2013
The Dog-Eared Page

excerpted from
Parables: The Arrows Of God

There was a woman who wanted peace in the world and peace in her heart and all sorts of good things, but she was very frustrated. The world seemed to be falling apart. She would read the papers and get depressed.

By Megan McKenna September 2012